Years ago in my earliest genealogical research, probably about 2000, I began getting "hints" from beyond. The first time I was wandering a pretty big cemetery in the center of the rural town of Chester, NH, camera in hand & ready to find the grave stone of my GGG grandfather Simon Hazelton. I'm walking back & forth the length, row by row, as we do when towns don't keep records of plots. I'm reading all the names to myself and getting increasingly anxious at the lack of my Simon anywhere...so, I jokingly entertain myself by saying 'Siii-mmmon, where are you?' I chuckle at myself and start reading names again when overlapping my own thoughts I hear , for a better lack of a word, from the left "I'm not here." I stop dead in my tracks, & look to my left, nothing. I squeeze my eyes shut & shake my head like a bug flew in my ear or something.
'Ookaay then...I'm officially losing my mind...! It was bound to happen eventually....' A few minutes later, I regain myself and decide I'll bite .... 'Where are you then?' I silently ask.
This time its "Go ask at the store...".
'What? Go ask at the store?? What the hell....?!'
Perplexed, I talk myself into the fact that I am bored over here and it certainly wouldn't hurt to ask rather than walk through the remaining 2/3 of the cemetery & not find him. I begin walking to the store remembering my grandmother who always thought she was a sensitive, but no one really believed her. Incidentally, she was the great granddaughter of Simon.
Anyway, I go into the old country store. I'm sure I literally looked like I just saw a spirit while at the same time I was I wondering if I really just heard one. I couldn't believe I was going to do this, and the woman at the register says "Hi, Can I help you with anything?"
In lieu of spewing 'Well, my ggg grandfather is telling me to ask you where he's buried' and getting myself dragged away in a straight jacket -instead - I say -
"I was wondering...I'm looking for a grave. I know about this cemetery and the one up the road, but are there any others in Chester?"
She says, "There's one in North Chester up off Smith Rd. What name are you looking for?"
I reply "Haseltine"
And she says "Oh yes! There are Haseltines there. Do you need directions?" I was in shock and speechless at this point. I nod my head. She gave me directions and I thanked her. It was a long way across town. Every mile feels like an eternity when you are constantly running over the events of the last 10 minutes in utter disbelief. Finally, I see the road on the left just as she said.
No sooner do I pull up in front of the tiny North Chester Cemetery and look to my right do I see this stone....Coincidence? Maybe, but definitely wicked weird!
Amylynne (Baker) Murphy