IN FROM THE STORM...BARRY, THE BOUGH, & BEYOND....

  As I mentioned before, it would be hard not to come back & do another ditty on the Bough. On what I would consider a 'normal' day at the computer, just perussing around the internet, FB, email, etc. all of a sudden there she was..with that ever so bright smile that beamed her happy go lucky personality, Candy. That's Candice Meile Luther, now. A fresh face from the days gone by, & most can remember her as the gal on Bank Street, running a small but vibrant business called : In From The Storm. She has joined forces w me in this great world of the internet. Upon revealing ourselves  w the gusto of two dogs in heat., we finally settled down to what we actually knew, which was stories from the past. Dropping many names the will soon fill this blog w farmiliar faces, only one stands out in a story she related to me from a dream she had.........

    " I have to tell you something weird. The night before I found you on FB I had a dream about Barry Quiaoit at  the Golden  Bough. Just a conversational encounter; I was wearing a dress, which I almost never did, and he complimented me. He was rushing back to the kitchen from the dining room and  I was returning from the ladies room. It was one of those small, pleasent encounters that are so nice but you never remember. But I dreamed it exactly as it happened. My dress was a beautiful blue, his pants black, shirt white. I remember the glow of light from the dining room and the muted sound of the diners. I hadn't thought of the Bough or Barry in many, many years and then there you were the next day and your blog with his name. Funny how these things happen!"

    Now I have to reflect a moment on another story from the Bough that Barry himself told of an encounter there in the back hallway , behind the bar. I know some of you remember him telling us how he saw an old man pass in front of him from the bar wall , then disapearing thru the opposite one. This ,as the story goes , was a man who died in the Nurseing home that this building was at one time, among other things, like an Inn in the 1700's that had a passage way for the 'Underground tunel' for slaves.
  
    Those who chose to believe in these things or not to , is up to you, but don't you think it gives some creedense to the fact that alot of our loved ones are still looking over us? I know it's hard for me to let Barry, John Henry, and so many of our friends and family go....so with some of these tributes and parties like the one last Saturday, we will all sleep alittle easier...sweet  dreams.......