I had lived and grew up in Chicago for the most part of my life and in the 1970s. The places to hang out when you are in your twenties was at Addison Rocks, Montrose and Diversy harbors where you could walk the lake front on large bleached boulders that are no longer there and the totem poll that stands alone on; and let's not forget the beer can made of stone at the lake front. Enjoying the sounds of the Hari Kristnas who always had nectar on hand as you stroll from Montrose on the lake to Fullerton or you could go to Addison Rocks where all artists seem to be... adding their voices with paint to the rocks that lined the shore line, I always felt the artists should have charged admission to visualize their works of art made of chalk.
Montrose Harbor was the place to be in early part of January for smelt fishing...(I am pretty sure that was the date). I had been invited to go with my oldest sister and her husband as well with my other sister and her husband at that time I had brought my live in boyfriend I had never been smelt fishing before and I thought it odd in the dead of winter to fish and so late at night... about 11 or 12. All along the lake front you can see the fishermen with their nets and little fires burning. We had found a place set our site and fire had gotten our poles as we all gathered around the fire, I was so cold, I had gotten to close and burned the soles of my shoes. The moon was shinning brightly the night sky dark as the many stars that had shown up to witness my first fisherman night. My oldest sister and I had made our way to the rest rooms and me always the always looking around for potential harm on our way back as we made the turn to get back to our spot there I saw a man leaning against the tree as the moon seemed to just shine on him... as I tried to focus on him more clearly is when I realized he was dressed in a black coat that seemed of European dress with tails a shirt that was white with ruffles and like a top hat... he stood staring back at me and I kept looking and then I turned my head away and back he was still standing there up against the tree. I thought to myself, this is strange, maybe he is a killer or stalker and I thought to myself does my sister see this? I was afraid to ask because she would of thought me to be nuts! As our fishing trip ended and we all headed home... I had finally gone to bed about 3:00 in the morning and in a deep sleep and that is when I had a dream of a battle off the rocks aimed at the lake shooting at ships, as soldiers ducking for safety behind the hills the dress of the uniforms were that of like the revolution and to this date I had always wondered if a battle was fought there at Montrose Harbor or were the dead soldiers buried around there; maybe that was the reason for the visit. Just one cold night smelt fishing visualizing a person from the past by a tree most likely visualizing us, as our small fires lined the lake front.
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Nancy Wetta
I am a Mother of three beautiful girls and five Grandchildren, and a person who has experienced the paranormal.
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