Trinkets and Tales

H and I went to Port Howe for a couple of nights. It was great to be out of the city. A friend of mine rented a cottage for a few weeks and invited us to stay a bit. People who have a cottage to go to are so fortunate, a place to recharge and shed the stress of regular life. Ahhh.
This was taken in Oxford through the window of a fascinating store. That's H waiting for me to finish poking around.
We got to talking to the owner who was from Newfoundland and she told some great tales about the hauntings and goings on in that place.

It used to be a hardware store, the oldest in Cumberland County, built sometime in early 1800. When they were renovating, a paint can flew off the ladder and shot down the counter. Another time she had the door shut and was alone, dancing away to the old Wurlitzer juke box, when a small mirror that they had on the door, shot off the door and across to the the counter again. It did it twice. She figured maybe the ghost of old Mr. Dunstead(?) didn't like change. She then took crazy glue and stuck it to the door, it dropped to the floor later.

They live in the apartment upstairs and that is a busy spot too:) Who knows, fun to hear tales like that tho....
I took a picture of her just after her stories and when I  tried to upload it, it was a corrupted file. Did not work.