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https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sutton_Hall,_Little_Sutton
The left half of the the house was bricked off, for me as a child it seemed huge, I absolutely loved it there. We had some weird occurences during the time we were there. When my dad went to check the housecout before we moved in he brought a work mate with him, he told the guy to check the windows and doors downstairs and he'd check the attic and the upstairs. My dad got halfway up the staircase and he froze, he said the hairs on the back of his neck and arms went up, he got a horrible sensation of pure fear, he turned around and went back out and got his mate to check upstairs instead. We moved in and I remember we went upstair to pick our bedrooms, there were two rooms on the top floor, we went into one whic had a sloped ceiling, we loved it but my mum and dad got that same feeling, pure fear, they ushered us out and locked the room, wouldn't let us back in it again. Myself my brother and my sister shared the other room, at night I would lay down and and then feel someone tickling the soles of my feet under the blankets, I would get up and look under the bed, my brother and sister were asleep in their beds, I'd get back in bed, stretch my legs out while sitting up looking at my feet and the tickling would start again. Other times I would see the doorknob turning and the door would swing open, I'd get up and close it, and get back into bed and then watch the knob turning and the door opening again. One christmas eve we were there and were were all up in bed except my dad, he was in the sitting room making sure everything was set for the morning, someone started hammering on the front door, really pounding on it, we had a dog, a black labrador, it went nuts, ran out to the hall, barking furiously, my dad followed it into the hall. The hammering on the door was relentless, my day called out "whos there", no answer except a continued pounding, my dad flung open the door and there was nothing there, there was nowhere to run to outside so theres no way someone could have darted off to hide, the door was still being hit when he turned the lock to open it. That new years eve night my dad was walking back from his porta cabin office in the grounds of the house, he had rung his folks back home to wish them a happy new year, and a guy shone a torch in his face and asked him who he was and what was he doing there, my dad explained who he worked for and what he was doing. Then the guy ( he was a night watchman) asked him where he was going now, my dad said he was going back in the house, the guy said that nobody lived in the house, my dad said that we'd been living there for nearly a year, the guy didn't believe him, my day brought him into the house, showed him around, the guy had to sit down, he was shaking, he said he'd been at the house multiple times over the course of that year and had never seen a light on or heard anything, never saw any sign of life, my folks used to leave lights on in the hall and bathroom in case one of us kids had to get up during the night, these lights were clearly visible from outside, the guy said the house just looked empty, dead, from the outside every time he did his rounds. There were other things my folks experienced but I can't remember them all, I know I was very young at the time but those few memories I've detailed here are so vivid to me, so etched in my mind, I know they happened, I know I experienced them, they weren't dreams or fabrications, they'll stay with me till the day I die.
So you kids weren't phased, but mum and dad probably slept with one eye open?
It's just spelled differently in New Zealand.
(🤪😝sighhh)
https://www.rte.ie/news/dublin/2023/0727/1396921-stephen-termini-dublin-attack/
Also your parents must have been doing a fabulous job of keeping their fears from affecting you kids. These are special memories, very personal of a time with family close and together. Thank you for sharing with us.
I think most of the lower ones are of Sandy Cove and/at Dun Laoghaire?
Really lovely snaps.. thank you.
And yes! (DJ) That stump is fantastic, really adorable... (please send me snaps if you do this Deejers)
Landing platforms for honey bees?
Satellite dishes for.... lights?
Confusing distractions for tourists while Irish people (nobody in particular) pick the pockets of unsuspecting, but wealthy looking targets?
None of the above? 🤔
-Ping Pong paddle holders for REALLY tall Paddy's?
-Art Nouveau paddle fans?
-Cheap-ass Irish kiddy rides?
-Whirly-gigs to supply wind power to the church steeple carillon bells?
Also, we might have known that the pot of gold has always been with the Irish. It makes sense when you think about it.