10/31/2025
On this Halloween, full of fun, frivolity and fright I’d like to tell the tale of Rosedell Farms. If you have visited or driven by you may have noticed our double front doors. Many have asked if our home was a double home or perhaps a home split in two. The answer quite simply is no.
This is and has always been a single home dwelling.
Interestingly enough the home was built with two front doors, one of which was used for everyday coming and going….
The other for more serious matters.
Some may call the other door an entrance for suitors of young ladies. Thus giving privacy to the younger generations of females, while allowing a supervised visit. Hoping for a possibility of continued future generations.
Other more pragmatic individuals would understand that when built the tradition of home visitation or viewing of our loved ones, the deceased were more often than naught within our homes, allowing the opportunity for a more intimate, personal farewell.
Whether the room was used for new love, a continuance of a blood line or for a mournful final goodbye, we do know the room, the wood floors, the horsehair plaster walls, the wavy glass pane windows hold many precious memories, tears and hopes for the future. The high emotions within this room have a reverberating and permeating effect, love and death. Both of which, really are the business of life.
If you ask, have we ever felt a presence, seen anything or are we haunted.
Well, quite simply…. Yes.
Have we felt scared? No.
Have we heard voices…. Yes, many times.
Have items disappear and then reappear, yes.
Even in the darkest, creepiest corners of the basement there is a calm presence.
If you drive by and happen to see a silhouette of a figure in the window, consider yourself lucky.
Understand we are all just a moment in time…. Birth, hopefully love and death.
Happy Halloween
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