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Friday, July 13, 2007

The Ghost of Violin Annie


Annie was a little girl in our town who died in the late 1800's of a tragic childhood illness. And even though her father was a doctor he could not save her. She was dark haired and had beautiful soft brown eyes, with skin as white as milk.
Annie was a violinist and it had been rumored she was destined for greatness. She is buried in a very Gothic cemetery. Her tombstone was hand carved in Italy out of the finest marble. Her grief stricken father would spare no expense . And at midnight Annie begins to play.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

It makes my heart sad that her Father was so grief stricken. I cannot imagine losing a child.

The nice part and I wish her Father knew this, but forever people will remember his Annie because of him commissioning this monument.

Thank you Nita for sharing this.

zuzu said...

=^..^= Nita

Your telling of ...
Violin Annie.
Concerts given at midnight.
Oh how I love this!

I imagine she plays for her father.
I picture him smiling under the moon.
Listening.

Now I will open the windows
in summer for the breeze to bring the music
through the curtains. So Annie can come inside
here too.

Thank you!
=^..^= zUzU

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