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When I graduated high school in 1956 there was an art teacher named Lloyd Samuelson, who also was the tennis coach. I didn’t take art or golf so I didn’t have him as a teacher but I knew him. While I was in the Navy from ’56 to ’60 - Lloyd (or ‘Sam’ as he liked to be called) bought the house next door to my folks and they became the best of friends. Sam had no family and said he enjoyed teaching, tennis, and painting, that was his life. In ’65 he asked Dad to be the executor of his estate and gave him a copy of his will leaving everything to him.


In spring of 1969 dad saw the cops pull up in front of Sam’s house and went out to investigate. The cops asked him if he had seen Sam as they had been asked to check the welfare. Dad told them he saw Sam the night before and that he had a key to let them in with. So they go in and find Sam dead on the kitchen floor of multiple gunshots. They call in detectives and the Coroner who asks Dad to help him since they are old friends and had done this many times. When the detectives are done Dad and the Coroner load Sam in the Coroner’s van and follows him down to the Funeral home and they do the autopsy right there which is the way the Coroner operated back then. Then Dad embalmed Sam and went home. I don’t know whether Sam was hit 2 or 3 times, but they found a 38 slug in the kitchen window frame. The hole is still there.


After my divorce in Dec ’76 I brought my kids to Colorado to start over and rented Sam’s house from my folks in Feb ’77. I met my 2nd wife Joann in Denver in Nov. ’78 and we married in May ’79 and moved her and her 2 youngest daughters in here with my son and 2 daughters. After a couple years we bought the house and did some remodeling in the kitchen; refinishing the cabinets, new floor tile, painting, etc. I spilled a half bucket of hot water on the floor next to the bar type counter separating the kitchen from the living room. Joann screamed, “There’s blood coming out from under the bar. I went around and sure enough there it was spreading out on the hardwood floor. Joann and I kept sopping up the blood as my son poured more hot water in the kitchen till the water cleared, and then we put fans out to dry it out while the girls washed the rags out. We were all so tired we went to bed after I promised to tell them the story in the morning, which I did with Mom and Dad’s help, even showing them the bullet hole in the window frame.


Joann and the girls said that they all felt a presence in the house on many occasions and I had too. To me it was like watching TV or sitting at the table and somebody would be caught by my peripheral vision as they passed by. The ladies seemed to get more and longer looks than I did. I think the folks thought we were all crazy but they didn’t say anything. We were all sitting on the front patio at the time having lunch when I went in to my office and got my ’56 HS year book and brought it out. I asked the kids to go to their rooms and opened the book up to the faculty section and asked Joann to see if she saw anyone familiar. About the fourth page she pointed to Sam’s picture and said “That’s him.” I then brought the kids out one by one and went through the same routine starting with a closed book. They each picked Sam’s picture out. My folks were astounded but I wasn’t surprised after my personal experiences. My kids then started telling her kids about our experiences in Pennsylvania. Time they got done with that my folks were totally convinced that we weren’t trying to fool them.


In 1990 the surviving daughter of the family that lived t doors down from us moved back into what is now her house. Her father had died a few years before and her mother had committed suicide several years before that. Her younger brother had killed himself in the early ‘70s. My dad told me several times that he thought it was the brother who was trying to score some pot that killed Sam. By this time the kids were all out of the house and Joann and I were grand-parents several times over. So one night we got some paintings of Sam’s and a self portrait he had done, and started talking to him, hoping he would hear us. After about a half hour Joann felt a presence and I had a flicker in my peripheral vision so we began talking about the boy down the street and how Dad and we both thought he was the one that shot Sam and that was why he was hanging around here hoping to see the case solved. Apparently we were right because we haven’t felt his presence since

Posted on Oct 16, 2012 at 11:57 PM 1 Like Reply / Add Comments Quote Report
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Blue Skys, It was a Halloween blog, and I thought it very interesting. I know this is a Dating site but many people have more interests than just "Dating" after all if you went on a date with someone and just talked about all the other dates you had been on I don't think you would be going on another date with the same person. I think he wrote it very well.

Posted on Dec 16, 2012 at 02:05 PM Like Reply / Add Comments Quote Report
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What's this got to do with dating??

Posted on Nov 28, 2012 at 04:06 PM Like Reply / Add Comments Quote Report
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well that was a tale but are you always so long-winded with your intros?  People here tend to be succinct and explain themselves in a quarter of the space.  It was an interesting bio though ..

Posted on Nov 04, 2012 at 09:39 PM Like Reply / Add Comments Quote Report
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Whoa sureal!

Posted on Oct 19, 2012 at 06:19 PM Like Reply / Add Comments Quote Report
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Another good one! keep them coming.:-)

Posted on Oct 18, 2012 at 03:44 AM Like Reply / Add Comments Quote Report