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Episode 14: A Ghost Story

Welcome to Tea Toast & Trivia!

Do you believe in Ghosts?  Phantoms? Spirits?  The unknown?

I invite you to put the kettle on and join Frances and me as we investigate the mysterious.

I am your host Rebecca Budd and I’m looking forward to sharing this moment with you.

Even the most ardent doubter listens spellbound to a great ghost story.  We shudder in terror and then try to laugh off the nagging fear that maybe there is something to the spooky narrative.

For those who have seen a ghost – well, ghosts are real to them for they have experienced the un-explainable. They have apparently joined the chosen few who have encountered an invisible world that at times, seems to intersect our reality.

Scientists generally agree that ghosts do not exist and yet they cannot disprove their existence. So, the ghost hunters continue their explorations.  It seems that deep in our DNA we have links to our ancient past and pre-literate cultures, who believed that ghosts do walk abroad.  Closer to home, think of Marley’s ghost  and the opening lines in “A Christmas Carol.”

“Marley was dead to begin with.  There is no doubt whatever about that.  The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker and the chief mourner.” Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol.

Every family a ghost story.  Listen in as my mother and I tell you ours.


Clarence was on the left and my Grandfather was the tallest boy in the back row.

Thank you for joining Frances, me on Tea Toast and Trivia.

Your visit and presence are very much appreciated.

One last thought before we part comes from Stephen King’s Danse Macabre: “We need ghost stories because we, in fact, are the ghosts.”

Until next time, dear friends, safe travels wherever your adventures take you.


By Rebecca Budd

Blogger, Visual Storyteller, Podcaster, Traveler and Life-long Learner

6 replies on “Episode 14: A Ghost Story”

Thank you for that lovely thought. This story was told over and over again. My father always treasured his friendship with his brother, Clarence. He never forgot his kindness or gentleness. In the end, all that we remember is the love that is shared. May we enjoy each day that is given. Hugs to you and Carina!!

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Thank you, Rebecca, for allowing me to tell this family ghost story. Believe it or not, the experience was real to my Aunt Esther. She was an intelligent, down to earth person, who looked back on her early pioneer life and days with reason. She was not the kind of person so make up “wild stories”. She wondered and thought of this experience with wonder, just as any of us would have.done.

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Thank you for sharing this memorable event. I remember your Aunt Esther as being a no-nonsense type of personality. As the oldest daughter I imagine that she felt the loss most keenly. I recall that Clarence’s death occurred during the 1918 Spanish Flu Pandemic. This was a tragic time for many families.


I am so glad that you joined our conversation. Over the years, mom and I have had great conversations and I have been looking for ways to tell her story because it is of a time long gone. I think of the great diarists who took time to write their story – in so doing we have a glimpse into another time that will never be again. I love this quote: “We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” Anais Nin. When I look back, I remember events through the moment of now, whereas if I had written my thoughts at the time, the recollection would be held within the context of my personal history. Welcome to a new week. Safe travels wherever your adventures take you. Hugs!


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