Mama Rose

Reserve Louisiana isn't far from New Orleans, but I've never had an occasion to go. A couple with two teen-age daughters came out for the tour a few nights ago. They lived in Reserve in his grandparents' house, a four room house that they had added on to. His great-grandmother died in the bedroom off the kitchen, but it is his grandmother, Mama Rose, who died in the hospital, that their daughter sees in the house, not as an old woman, but when she was young and looked just like their daughter does now.

Before they built onto the back of the house, the two girls shared a room. One night the youngest was sitting up in bed and she saw a glowing woman sitting at the foot of her bed. She told her sister to stop messing with her, she was scared. The figure got up and walked to the dresser and her sister mumbled something. The youngest said "raise your hand" and her sister's hand appeared on the pillow beside her.

Often she would see Mama Rose at the foot of the bed or in the kitchen. The rooms were side by side and most of her time, while she was alive, was spent going between the two rooms.

On another occasion the two girls walked into the kitchen and a flood of perfume followed them. Their mother said, "Girls! Do you have to take a bath in your perfume?" The girls shook their heads and denied they were wearing anything. Their father walked in after them and sniffed for a moment before he realized, "That's my grandmother's perfume."