UNCLE CHARLIE

[taya]

aih gue terharu deh baca cerita ini! ...gimana menurut kalian? anyway,selamat baca, deh!


From: harvestmom@aol.com (HarvestMom)
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories
Subject: Easter Egg Charlie
Date: 1 Apr 1999 01:50:01 GMT

When I was a little girl, every Easter a family friend named Charlie would come downstate to visit....said he couldn't stay away from Mom's Ham. Charlie would buy those plastic "you fill 'em" eggs and fill them up and hide them all over the yard and if it was too cold or too wet outside he'd scatter them all over the house. My favorite candy in the world back then was black jelly beans....CHarlie would take all the yellow eggs and fill them with black jelly beans and then tell me where they were all hidden! "I think there's one over there" he'd say and the darn thing would end up being clear on the other side of the house! It was so sweet and it's a memory I'll carry forever. Charlie's favorite thing, other than mom's ham was homemade peanut butter cookies and every year, I'd sneak out to his car and put a big plate of sliced ham and those cookies on his seat to take home with him. He died in 1980, right after spending Easter with us in the new house.

Several years went by and Easter just wasn't the same without "Uncle Charlie" and somewhere in my teen years, I missed him so much that I took a few slices of ham and some penaut butter cookies and wrapped them in foil and placed them under the bush where he'd hidden my last yellow egg full of black jelly beans.....the next morning I went to retrieve the foil and found in it's place a yellow egg full of black jelly beans! I sat there and cried for hours holding this egg in my hands thinking of Charlie and how much he meant to me. I would have suspected my mother did this however no one knew that I put the things there and his scent rose up so strong that there was no doubt he was there with me wishing me a Happy Easter one last time.

Happy Easter Uncle Charlie, I love you.

Mary

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I saw you there, this other place in that other time....I'd recognize those
eyes anywhere.

[Yoshiki Hayashi]

What is this mean about?

[taya]

ehm...maksudnya ttg pengalaman spiritual ttg si Paman Charlie yg meski udah meninggal arwahnya tetep muncul dan ngasih telur paskah! ......gue akan translate cerita ini tapi nanti deh.......jari lagi pegel neh! mana dingin buanget lagiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

[Aldi Reidika]

Taya, saya tunggu translatenya ya...

[taya]

okeh..okeh....atas permintaan para pembaca, gue translate ceritanya :

Saat aku masih kecil, setiap peringatan hari Paskah, seorang sahabat keluarga kami, lelaki bernama Charlie pasti datang mengunjungi kami...dia bilang, dia nggak pernah bisa jauh dari masakan ham buatan Ibu. Paman Charlie biasanya membawakan telur-telur plastik yang bisa diisi dengan berbagai macam permen, dia akan mengisi telur-telur itu dan menyembunyikannya di sekeliling rumah. Kalau cuaca sedang buruk, maka dia akan menyebarkan telur-telur itu di dalam rumah. Kenangan mencari telur ini sangat indah & membekas di hatiku selamanya. Hal kesukaan Paman Charlie, selain makan kue peanut butter buatan Ibuku, dia juga suka memenuhi piring dengan irisan ham banyak-banyak ditambah kue-kue untuk ditaruh di mobil dan dibawa pulang. Paman Charlie meninggal pada tahun 1980, setelah merayakan hari Paskah bersama di rumah baru kami.

Tahun-tahun berlalu, dan perayaan Paskah tidak akan pernah sama lagi tanpa kehadiran Paman Charlie. Ada saat-saatnya dalam usia remajaku, dimana aku sangat merindukan kehadiran paman Charlie sampai-sampai aku membawa beberapa iris ham dan kue peanut butter, membungkusnya dalam kertas alumunium foil dan meletakannya di bawah semak-semak tempat Paman Charlie menyembunyikan telur Paskah berwarna kuning yang terakhir untukku..telur itu penuh diisi dengan permen jelly beans hitam ...keesokan harinya (setelah menaruh bungkusan makanan), aku melihat di bawah semak-semak dan menemukan sebutir telur plastik berwarna kuning yang diisi penuh dengan permen jelly beans hitam! Aku menangis selama beberapa jam, dan duduk di sana sambil memegang telur itu dan memikirkan paman Charlie dan betapa berartinya dia bagiku. Terkadang aku berpikir, bisa saja Ibu yang diam-diam meletakkan telur itu, tapi tak ada yang pernah tahu tentang makanan yang kuletakkan di sana dan tiba-tiba aku dapat mencium minyak wangi paman Charlie dengan sangat jelas...aku yakin, Paman Charlie memang hadir untuk mengatakan Selamat Paskah padaku terakhir kalinya.........

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