My Fourth Grade year my teacher gave us an assignment to find out something about history in the local area. Me knowing that my father was a bit of a history buff and the family having deep roots in the area, I decided to ask him. He answered my question with information about the next town over, Palmyra, Missouri.
When I was in high school, I had a pretty rough time because I was different from most other kids. This ranged from my mannerisms to my interests, which included among other things, music, history, and things that were unusual. Around this time, I discovered the paranormal as a result of dabbling briefly in Wicca and seeing a few things seemingly “work”. I started reading whatever I could get my hands on about the paranormal after discovering several resources online and continued my foray into this underappreciated area of study.
Growing up we lived in the country on a portion of a very large farm where my parents rented just the outbuildings and home from a lady who had grown up there as a child. Around the age of five, after my parents had rented that home for around ten years, we moved into town and divided up the family land so we could live next to my paternal grandmother as she aged.
My earliest encounter was when I was about four years old. I was staying with my paternal grandparents at their home in Monroe City, MO. The home had been in our family since 1886, which put the home turning 100 the year I was born. The family always had an old-fashioned streak in it that favored the first-born males prior to my generation and this story proves that many of our personality traits and values seem to make it to the other side with us.