Rob/Windsor Ont.
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Roughly forty years ago, our family had moved from it's original dwelling on Charl Street. Our move found us the occupants of a home better equipped for us eight kids and our parents. It was roughly two miles from where I reside today and is still a nice place to raise a family. Honest, hard working people with schools aplenty. Your nice, friendly, average neighborhood. Our house sat three lots from the corner of a side street. Maybe thirty yards away on this sidestreet from our corner stood the Catholic gradeschool that many of us kids attended. It's still in use today. Our walk to this school took no more than a minute, two minutes if you stopped to chat, so it was a very short jaunt at best. At most, a total of eighty yards......maybe. The view from our humble kitchen window had you facing north, looking directly at this corner with the edge of the school lot in sight. It's from this vantage point where my strange story has it's origins. I was in my early teens at the time and the season was middle fall. Late October, I do believe. My mother was baking on this evening and I remember her putting me to work stirring the filling for one of her lemon merangue pies. The kitchens smaller dimensions made it easy to lean a bit and peer thru the window while doing any task from our stove. The sink was directly under this window also and this is where my mother was standing. It was around eight P.M. and the stars in the sky shone clearly. I was chatting away and asking mom some meaningless questions while she was busy washing up some of the dishes from her baking. As we chatted, the two of us were peering out the window, taking in the fall evening sky. And like a giant lightbulb had just been turned on, there above our gradeschool, suspended in air, appeared a massive white glow. Sitting there ! It's dimensions roughly covered the area of the school itself. It's round shape was clear to the eye and it was rotating swiftly and silently. As clear as yesterday, I recall my mother calling out my fathers name to quickly come and see what we saw before us. Don, get in here. Come and look at this. The three of us stood in the kitchen, peering at this strange whirling light for what appeared to be twenty or thirty seconds. Not knowing what to do or think, my father instinctively ran out to our front porch, with my mother and I not far behind. We now stood outside, unobstructed by the windows glass and watched in wonderment at the strange object that sat hovering silently in the air, not more than eighty yards from where we were. Another twenty or thirty seconds passed by when this strange light vanished from view. We did not see it move. It simply vanished. We looked up and around the evening sky and lo and behold, there it was again, off to our right, in the eastern sky. It had distanced itself and sat higher than when first viewed, but it was still clearly visible and easy to see. We were mumbling God knows what to each other as we observed this weird happening. A few seconds later, it vanished, never to be seen, by us anyways, again. It was not northern lights. It was not an airplane or helicopter. It was silent. I'm not purporting to know what it was. But I do know what it wasn't !! Very, very strange ! I have never seen anything like it since though for years after I did keep my eyes towards the sky. And, I am not some attention seeking crazed fool. I've often wondered if others have ever seen or experienced an odd happening such as this. I've never told this story, except to a few close friends. I didn't want to risk looking like a nut. But, you know what ? I know what I saw. And it is something I will never be able to explain !!
Seriously, there have been two times when I saw something in the sky I couldn't explain.
