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Abandoned hut in the fog

Updated on November 3, 2016
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Elsie has started writing short stories, hopefully one day she will write a book in her later years.

Photo that brings back memories

Now there was something spiritual stirring in my heart, it made me feel very restless.

I remember a scene just like this in the1940's as a child.

Maybe it was because of living in a tin shack with my mother and father and three sisters right under a mountain, the winter days were nothing but mist and clammy cold frosty weather, we never had much warmth.

It was during the war years and there wasn't a lot of money or food around, we lived on coupons, friends and neighbors would swap and give my parents what they could spare to feed us.

Old poster that suits the situation

Photo Credit - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pneumonia
Photo Credit - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pneumonia

Double Pneumonia

I was always sick and one particular time I was having a nightmare about big spiders climbing up the wall and attacking me, I had a very high temperature, ended up in hospital, with double pneumonia.

That was part of living in a tin shack under the mountain.

Old abandoned farm shed

Back to the Picture of Abandoned Hut

Yes, it was the scenery I seen for many years, there was a wet soggy swamp down the bottom of the shack, that was always worrying me as I got stuck in it once and never ever when back to it, as it scared the living daylights out of me as swampy ground still does to this day.

In case I should sink right out of sight and never been seen again, I can assure you that over the years of breaking in second growth bush back into dairyland, I did see a cow do exactly that, sink in quicksand type of mud.

I went back to that tin shack hut in the 1960's to check it out, it was still standing, someone was storing bales of hay in it, it still gave me that uncanny feeling of despair.

Still looking into the distant while standing by the fence right there in my memory, I can see this photo of my first ten years of life, the only difference is that this picture is a stone shack, my home was corrugated tin, still a feeling of something lost I cannot quite place in my memory.

Something terrible had happened there, I don't know what, but it's in the fog of my mind, I want very much to find it and set my body to rest.

Who did those footprints belong to?

Footsteps In A Snowy Forest

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Poetry - This picture Abandoned has made me restless.

While looking into the mist,

Appearing around the corner of the old shack

a monster loomed up scaring me half to death

The picture to this day I haven't seen it again.


There were big eels slivering along the grass in the daylight

I came upon one once all nine inches in girth as long as the eye could see.

As my cousin thought it fun to scare me by letting it slip through his hands

Maybe that was the monster that frightens me in my sleep.


I don't think so.

Or was it a rat?

They were as big as cats in those days they would sneak out of the river bank,

Grab any food they could they were not afraid of anything, even me.


Maybe it was just a rabbit popping out of his hole

looking for a nice crisp bit of bush clover to eat

No, it was not that, rabbits were cute

No one could be afraid of them.


Or was it Bigfoot, what does he look like?

Would you see footsteps in the snowy forest?

So many stories about that creature.

I'm just guessing, not knowing if there is truly such a thing as Bigfoot


Whatever lurks in that fog

I sure don't want to meet up with it.

No snakes or bears or wolfs in our land

Wish my memory would tell me what lurked there in that mist, so many years ago


I think I will abandon the thought and go back to dreaming.

Maybe that creature will appear again in the distant

Settle my thoughts of severe, stress of things gone wrong.

Something terrible happened there in the mist beside that abandoned shack.

Abandoned house in MD 3 - The shed

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      Elsie Hagley 6 months ago from New Zealand

      Thanks, Jodah. I do a lot of Tanka Poetry on my website

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      John Hansen 6 months ago from Queensland Australia

      This was captivating, Elsie. Good to see you trying your hand at both short stories and poetry. I wonder what it was that happened in the mist next to the shack?

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      Sheila Brown 19 months ago from Southern Oklahoma

      I hope someday you find out what it is that causes these feelings. It may be something that really scared you as a child and your brain has shut it out. I hope you find peace with it someday.

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      Elsie Hagley 20 months ago from New Zealand

      Thanks Nadine for reading and commenting.

      Writing is a very rewarding way of getting things off the mind, exactly I have just about forgotten I wrote this, but I never will forget that tin shack I lived in for the first eight years of my life.

      Happy Days Writing.

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      Nadine May 20 months ago from Cape Town, Western Cape, South Africa

      Thanks for creatively sharing what seems a rather difficult childhood but writing about it is a great healer.

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      Elsie Hagley 20 months ago from New Zealand

      ladyguitarpicker: Yes It is best to let the pass go and I do but this dream will not leave me, it keeps coming back.

      As for my cancer, my face is healing nicely, still a watch and wait situation as ACC cancer can appear anywhere in the body, going back to the specialist in three months, keeping my fingers crossed.

      Hope all is well with you, have a nice day.

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      stella vadakin 20 months ago from 3460NW 50 St Bell, Fl32619

      Hi Elsie, Hope you are doing alright with the cancer, and that your health is better. I can sympathize with you not remembering what happen. I think you may never remember unless the Lord wants you to. I have a large chunk missing, and I just stopped trying to remember, and let it go. Wishing you the best.

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      Elsie Hagley 20 months ago from New Zealand

      Bredavies: Writing about experiences in life is very rewarding as the years go by, HubPages give us the right atmosphere to share our experiences with a great community of writers.

      I thank them for putting their time and money to allow us to do this.

      Hope you enjoy your return to HubPages.

      Blessings.

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      Bredavies 20 months ago

      This really spoke to me. You are truly blessed for surviving. What does not kill us will always make us stronger, and in your case, a better writer! Amazing hub!

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      Elsie Hagley 20 months ago from New Zealand

      Interesting remark about "was it a friend".

      I will think about that remark as I did have many friends in those years, as I grow older it is amazing the memories that are coming back to me.

      You certainly have a great memory about those early years.

      Looking forward to reading more of your articles.

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      Bill Russo 21 months ago from Cape Cod

      A sad place it is that you have shown us. Made even more gloomy by this hidden memory. Was it a friend? When I was ten I found another boy on the beach who dreamed the same dreams as I. We built stone forts and shared jelly sandwiches while pretending that we were marooned on an island. When I saw my friend many years later, after a rough life, he had forgotten most of the wonderful times we shared in those peaceful years before puberty. The times were good and yet he had little memory of them. The mind is the last frontier.....a far away place that we know little of. Elsie, I will read more of your work. Keep writing and keep searching.

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      Elsie Hagley 21 months ago from New Zealand

      travmaj: Thanks for commenting.

      In the war years it was very hard for most families, I feel I cannot rest until I find the missing piece of this drama, in my life.

      I dream about it often, but my dream never seems to find an end, since I wrote this article my nights are very sleepless, lots of dreaming that I'm very aware of that never come to the end before I wake up.

      Wish some of my older members of the family were still alive, but it's too late now they have all passed away.

      Maybe whatever it was, I'm not meant to remember, leave the past in the past, but it would be nice to be at peace with that part of my life.

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      travmaj 21 months ago from australia

      This is a powerful piece of writing and emotional also. Your memories of growing up in harsh conditions are confronted - I wonder if the memory you are searching for will resurface as you write. Best wishes Elsie...

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      Elsie Hagley 21 months ago from New Zealand

      Jackie I appreciate you visiting my latest writing.

      It has taken some time since I found I had cancer to return back to it.

      Yes, there is something not quite right about this memory, I hope now I have done it I will find what is troubling me about my early years of childhood.

      It's great we have a place like HubPages to do this, especially all the helpful members that are always there to comfort us.

      Blessings to you my friend.

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      Elsie Hagley 21 months ago from New Zealand

      Thanks Virginia for reading and leaving a comment.

      You are a friend from years gone by and I treasure your friendship.

      May our days be happy writing.

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      Jackie Lynnley 21 months ago from The Beautiful South

      I hope you remember too Elsie so you can get over your fear. Sounds like a terrible time to go through but am sure it made you stronger to still be with us today sharing your memories.

      Hope you will share much more. Talking about things that bother you I know helps as I found out when coming here to HP and spilling my guts! lol I have taken down all that I talked and raged about but it made a new person of me and it also lets you know who is worthy of your friendship and who is not.

      May your sharing bless us both. ^+

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      Virginia Allain 21 months ago from Central Florida

      I'm glad you survived that childhood pneumonia and could share your memories here.

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