I will forever remember the story on our TV as a child. A person walking along a country lane after their car broke down. They wanted to call for help. The telephone box was in sight it was ringing. The person answered the phone and was amazed to hear it was a relative of theirs. How did that relative know their family member would be along that road as the person had never been there before? Now, this is the weird bit, the person who phoned the phone box, had rang the lady who answered the phones house number rather than the number on the phone box.
As a child, that really freaked me out. Here are some more stories I found whilst looking for something light for Friday’s fun with Fi.
Our world is full of unsolved mysteries, some that invoke the supernatural. Many have tried to establish reason to these wild quandaries, but not all have perfect answers. Here are some of the best enigmas the world has to offer…
Margaret Bell, who kept bees in Leintwardine, about 7 miles from her home in Ludlow, Shropshire (England), died in June 1994. Soon after her funeral, mourners were amazed to see hundreds of bees settle on the corner of the street opposite the house where she had lived for 26 years. The bees stayed for an hour before buzzing off over the rooftops. The local press ran a photograph of the bees hanging on the wall in a cluster.
Laura Buxton released a helium filled balloon during celebrations for her grandparents’ gold wedding anniversary in Blurton, Staffordshire, in June 2001. Attached to the balloon were her name and address and a note asking the finder to write back. Ten days later she received a reply. The balloon had been found by another Laura Buxton in the garden hedge of her home in Pewsey, Wiltshire, 140 miles away. Both Lauras were ages 10 and both had three year old black Labradors, a guinea pig, and a rabbit.
The Iron Pillar of Delhi is
a 1,600-year-old, 22 feet high pillar located in the Qutb complex in India. The
pillar, made from 98% wrought iron, has been astounding scientists by its
ability to resist corrosion after all these years.
When Jim Wilson’s father died in Natal, South Africa, in April 1967, both Jim, living in England, and his sister Muriel, living in Holland, were informed. Muriel contacted her husband who was on business in Portugal, and he flew to South Africa right away. Changing planes at Las Palmas airport in the Canary Islands, he bought a postcard showing holidaymakers on Margate Beach, Natal, and sent it to Muriel. It was she who noticed that the photograph showed her father walking up the beach.
I do wonder about the world we live in. Are we a mirage? An optical
illusion. What are we, where do we come from? Why do we need to exist?
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