Ghost Hunt!

Last month, my husband and I had the pleasure of staying at the Palmer House Hotel in Sauk Centre, MN. The stay was a gift from my sister and brother-in-law for Christmas. The Palmer House has a reputation for being haunted, and we requested one of the most haunted rooms. We were booked in Room 22.
We arrived at the hotel on Thursday afternoon. Immediately upon entering our room, we both felt somewhat light-headed. I especially noticed this feeling in the small hallway in between the sleeping area and the bathroom. The best way I can describe it is that there was a fun house effect. I think the floor slanted slightly, which contributed, but later that night and the next morning I did not have any strange feelings there at all. We went down to the lobby to read some of the ghost stories that other guests have shared, and I felt fine once again.
We ate at the hotel's restaurant and enjoyed a wonderful meal and great service. Afterward we were lucky enough to be able to chat with Kelley, the owner, as well as another couple who was interested in ghost hunting. Kelley agreed to take us into the basement, where some of the activity has occurred, and also gave us permission to investigate wherever we liked in the hotel. She was a very gracious host.
The other couple who we met at the restaurant investigated with us. My sister, niece, and nephew also joined us.
The first thing we did was turn off all the lights and turn on the victrola in the Palmer House lobby. Kelley told us that sometimes this prompts a reaction from the resident ghosts. It was really fun to stand there and listen to the music, imagining guests of the past coming down to enjoy a dance in the lobby.
We used EMF (electro-magnetic field) detectors, digital camera, video camera, and an EVP (electronic voice phenomenon) recorder. Unfortunately we had forgotten our EVP recorder and did not have an EMF detector yet, but the other couple we investigated with was kind enough to loan us one of their EMF detectors. We have since found one just like it at a garage sale! What a find.

My husband, Tim, uses the EMF detector in the Palmer House lobby near the steps. He got really strong readings in this area, but when we went to the basement we discovered that there was a line running underneath the floor, explaining the phenomenon.

This is the children's play room, on the third floor. I got a creepy vibe from this room, but later when we were investigating, I didn't really feel anything.

Tim uses the EMF detector. Also pictured is my niece.

Investigating near the steps.

A view of the lobby.

The bar/restaurant area.
This is such a fun place to hang out and have a bite to eat and a beer.

The lobby area. Music was being played on the victrola in an effort to draw out some ghosts.

Our room. The rooms were very comfortable and nice.
It was the perfect mix of old and modern.

Fireplace in one of the hallways. The chair next to the fireplace, where my husband is sitting, has been known for paranormal activity.

This photo was taken in the basement. The basement is very large and has many rooms. The owners found some bones in this area underneath the stairs. The bones were sent in for analysis but were subsequently lost. My husband got some EMF readings in this spot, even though it was just dirt.

After our investigation, we tried to sleep. I actually fell asleep pretty quickly, considering that I kept hearing howling and barking noises. I'm quite positive there were no dogs staying there. We also heard what sounded like a ball being thrown against a floor or wall.
Coincidentally, my husband, my sister, my niece, and I all had terrible nightmares that night. My nephew was the only one who did not. I awakened from my nightmare at about 2 a.m., and was awake for about half an hour. Just as I was falling back to sleep, my husband (in his sleep) shook me awake to point out the skulls that were floating above the bed. Of course he has no recollection of this, since he was asleep when he said it. It made it rather difficult to fall asleep, though.
The Palmer House is a great place to stay. I encourage anyone who is in the area to stop by and check it out. Everyone was extremely friendly and accommodating, and we had a fabulous time. I can't wait to stay there again.

Book review: Letter from Peking

Yesterday I finished "Letter from Peking" by Pearl S. Buck. This is the second Pearl S. Buck novel I have read, the first being "The Good Earth." I didn't like this one quite as well as "The Good Earth," but it was still a worthwhile read. It is the story of a family torn apart by war. Gerald, half-Chinese, stays in China, while his wife and son move to her family home in Vermont. It is heartbreaking to see what this family goes through as they are forced to live separate lives yet always keeping their loved ones in their minds. Each one goes through stages of grief and handles the situation in his or her unique way. One thing I liked about this novel is that the narration is very simple and straight-forward. So many times in modern literature, the prose is so flowery and overly descriptive that something that should take one page becomes 10. Buck's novel is short, but effective.

In its place, I've picked up "Water for Elephants" by Sara Gruen. I'm only a short way into it, but I've liked what I've read.

I also finished my audio book, "The Jane Austen Book Club." I had already seen the movie so there were no real surprises here. It wasn't deep, but for an audio book, which I listen to while working out, I'm not looking for that. I want something fun and/or light, and that's what I got. My new audio book is "Change of Heart" by Jodi Picoult. With Picoult, once you've read one you've pretty much read them all, since she's so formulaic. It's entertaining so far, though.

Sure as shootin'

Last Sunday we went to my dad's for a little shooting and to let the dogs play together. My dad's dog, Snickers, and our dog, Weezer, just love playing together.Weezer thinks he is a lake dog. He absolutely loves to swim and dig at rocks. He is very good at fetching sticks that we throw out into the water and bringing them back. Who would have thought that a half-pug, half-eskimo would be such a great swimmer?

We shot my husband's new 9mm as well as a couple of .22 pistols. We shot at this target, which my husband uses when he competition shoots, and also just at some aluminum cans. Here is me posing with the 9mm. (Those shots were from my dad, though, not me. I was a MUCH better shot ... ha, ha.)

My dad takes aim.

My husband, Tim.

And last, but not least, me. I did pretty well considering that I had never shot a handgun before. I have shot shotguns and rifles, but not for a long time. It was really fun and I look forward to doing it again sometime soon!

I found a kitten!

Yesterday on my way to the bank in Balaton I saw a kitten sitting by the side of the road. I didn't have time to stop right at that moment because I needed to get to the bank before the drive-up window closed. I told myself that if it was still there on my way back, I would stop. As I drove along, my eyes searched for it. Just when I was beginning to think it must have run off, there it was. I pulled over to the side of the road and walked across to where it was sitting. It started to run, but didn't get far before I caught it.
I got to the car and called my husband. What should I do? I wasn't going to leave it there, where it would surely be dead before morning. I said I'd bring it home and we'd try to find a home for it. If we don't have any luck, we'll bring it to the humane society.
The kitten is very thin. The first thing she did was eat and eat. We had to stop her so that she wouldn't make herself sick. She appears to be potty trained; when my husband set her on the makeshift litter box he made for her, she went right away. She is also extremely friendly. Last night while my husband was making dinner, she followed him around and meowed the entire time. I am hoping we can fatten this little girl up, and find her a good home.
It upsets me that this kitten obviously belonged to someone who abandoned her in this way, along a busy highway. With the amount of semi and other traffic along Highway 14, she wouldn't have lasted long. She also didn't appear to have eaten for days. The poor creature just sat in the same spot, watching the cars go by, until I picked her up. Why do people do this? Animals are not play-things. When you get an animal, you make a commitment to care for it. If you can no longer care for it, it is your responsibility to find it another home. You don't just leave it by the side of the road. I'll get off my soapbox for now, and work on finding this precious little cutie a new home!

Whatcha reading?

I'm currently reading "Letter from Peking" by Pearl S. Buck, and "Lonesome Dove" by Larry McMurtry. My current audio book is "The Jane Austen Book Club" by Karen Joy Fowler. I've finished 22 books so far this year.

If you haven't already, I encourage you to visit Goodreads. It's a great website to help you keep track of what you have read, and lets you rate each book. I find it very helpful in many ways, least of which is encouraging me to read more! You can also join book groups and connect with people you know to see what they are reading. Have fun!

Small-town girl

When coming up with a name for this blog, I wanted to choose something that was at least somewhat original while having special meaning to me. "Main Street" jumped into my head for two reasons. First, it is one of my favorite books, written by my all-time favorite author, Sinclair Lewis. Second, it conjures an idea I can relate to—living in a small town. That is what I envision for this blog: a journal of a small-town girl.
So who am I? I'm a journalist in the small town of Tracy, MN. My husband of nine years and I are both in our early 30s. At the present time, our household consists of one dog, Weezer the Pugamo, and three cats, named Poopy, Buggy, and Fuzzy. My hobbies include reading, writing, bicycling, fishing, and playing piano.
I am admittedly something of a schizophrenic when it comes to small-town life. There is a part of me that despises living in a small town. I hate the fact that everyone knows where I live, what kind of car I drive, and what color underwear I'm wearing today. I resent not being able to go to the gym for a workout without someone commenting about my job. But for every day that I am discontented with small-town living, there is a day in which I find myself loving the many benefits it brings. I love the lack of traffic during my morning six-block commute, the (relative) peace and quiet it affords, and the many other simple luxuries.
Enjoy the ups and downs that life in Main Street America brings as I share the sometimes fun, sometimes exciting, and sometimes dull happenings in a rural Minnesota town.