I get haunted by things. Something about them says, ” Look closure. Understand me. I have a story to tell.” I cannot ignore the pull. It will not leave me alone until I figure out the mystery.

This pair of portraits won’t leave me alone. They were in a box in my parents’ basement.  I had never seen them until recently. The frames were old and the glass cracked. I threw those away. The portraits said, “Save me!” How could I toss such treasure? I feel like they are in this house with me…waiting.

I know they are relatives of my great aunt Ethel’s second husband. Louis is written on the back in chalk. The sticker says Worley and Zimmerman Pigua, Ohio.

My research discovered the names David Louis and Regina Lebensburger Louis. I saw a grainy photo of David’s portrait on-line. These were the grandparents of Sam Louis, Ethel’s second husband. I am currently writing a book that includes Ethel Pearson Touchman Louis. 

Grandparents David and Regina are upstairs keeping me company, until I get them home to their family. I sense a roadtrip to Ohio is in my future.

I feel they need to get somewhere else. They belong with their family. They got shuffled off to the wrong people in the hasty move after Aunt Ethel’s death.

No worries. They will be safe here. I must admit that I will miss them, but I will not miss being haunted.

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