Mamere, the Friendly Ghost (In Which I Don’t Mind Being Haunted)

With Halloween being tomorrow and all, there has been a lot of discussion and cable-TV programming about the paranormal.  Apparitions.  Visits from the other side of the mortal coil.  Some people find this topic “scary.” I quite frankly welcome the presence of ghosts – even mean-spirited (no pun intended) ones – because to me that means there is … an afterworld. And as Prince once said, that is “something else” (and things are much harder in this life).

So I have one and only one ghost story of my own that I thought I’d share at this opportune moment.  I’ve talked about my maternal grandmother in this venue before. Famously strong personality, fiercely independent, frugal to a fault (my Dad, her son-in-law, had to make a calligraphed sign for her refrigerator that read, “When in doubt, throw it out!” for fear that she would eat spoiled food long before she would deign to toss it).

As previously mentioned, she was ‘green’ before that phrase was coined.  She washed and re-used aluminum foil and Ziploc bags. Took junk mail and used the back (blank) side for lists and letters. Waste was her least favorite thing in the world (after ‘Midwestern’ accents).

Back to the ghost story. Mamere passed in the summer of 2000 after a long life spanning almost 93 years and begetting three children, 10 grandchildren, and six great-grandchildren (since her passing, that third generation has expanded to 11).  Even in her final months, she continued to educate those around her, editing the newsletter at her retirement home and reading to the visually impaired. So while it was sad to bid her farewell, it was a celebration of a unique life well-lived until the very end.

Shortly after returning home to my Cincinnati apartment after the New Orleans (non-jazz) funeral, I was using my windowless bathroom. The door was shut.  For whatever reason (laziness), I ignored the one-third-of-a-roll’s worth of toilet paper directly across from my sitting place and grabbed a new roll from the back of the commode .  Instantly, the proper roll, the roll that was already attached to the holder, began rapidly unspooling.  And unspooling.  Until all of the toilet paper was gathered on the floor,  comme ça:

I just had to laugh.  I was convinced this was my ecological grandmother reprimanding me for grabbing a new roll before it was high time to do so.  Now …. in doing so, of course, she essentially wasted a roll to prove her point, but what’s she going to do.  She was incorporeal.

I told this story tonight to my friend Bridget, who asked why I didn’t flip out or get scared (side note, this was after watching The Sixth Sense, the twisted-ending of which Bridget had no knowledge?? How???).

But why didn’t I get scared?  I don’t know.  I expect because I knew it was just my grandmother, and she meant me no harm.  Just wanted to gently remind me that she was still watching, and still hoping I made good decisions around the house.  And in life.

Happy Halloween, everyone. Remember that candy corn is a fat-free food.


2 thoughts on “Mamere, the Friendly Ghost (In Which I Don’t Mind Being Haunted)

  1. Hmmm… Mamere paying a visit in the potty? Maybe she shed her Victorian sensibilities when she moved on. I hope she’s still watching over us all.

    And candy corn were shaped like corn because it was one of the 1st candies to be made with corn syrup…and no I don’t have a source for that bit of trivia.

  2. I loved that story at the time and continue to love it. And I’m in full agreement with you: Bring on the spirits. Because those we loved during their lives could come to visit us once those lives are over only with good intentions in mind — toilet paper roll lessons included.

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