Hi,

This is Steve Rimbauer. It’s a bit strange writing Ally’s blog, even though she published a letter for me once. This is a lot more direct. But she’s been caught up in some family issues and asked me to send you an update so you wouldn’t worry. Only Ally could do something this thorough, but she wrote out a whole page of notes about what I should say to you, like I’m incapable of writing things myself.

I’m not offended though because she’s right. I wouldn’t know the first thing to say about what’s going on with this site.

So here goes.

• Emery’s paranormal investigation: She wants me to remind you to check it out. Although the investigation is over we’re both concerned about some of the things we’ve been reading on his blog. However, with what’s going on with Ally’s family she hasn’t been able to get online much to keep up. I keep trying to make her get an iPhone, or at least Blackberry, but she’d rather stay in the Stone Age. So visit his blog and keep up for her! I can tell you, however, that something serious is going on with Emery’s fiancée Mary and her life is in grave danger. It’s almost more than Ally can bear at the moment so I’m sparing her the details. Let’s just keep Mary in our good thoughts.
• Coming soon: Ally’s working on a pretty huge piece about some mysterious disappearances that are linked to Rose Red, decades before Rose Red even existed. Keep your eyes out for that as soon as she can get herself together.
• Also coming soon: Pictures and info have been pouring in already in response to my letter to businesses who might have bought things at my family’s estate auction. Ally knows you love galleries, so she’ll put one together soon.
• My first visit to my family homestead since the tragic Memorial Day weekend is still pending, and yes I’m still nervous, but I’m determined. It’s sort of like that movie What About Bob?, remember it? Classic. “Baby steps to the elevator…” I’m taking baby steps. First the letter, now I’ve got access to Ally’s blog, though I won’t be posting here unless she asks me to. Ally wanted you to know, though, that we haven’t ditched plans for me to jump into the deep end. Plus, there’s that champagne and chocolate.

Ally’s situation is this: her mother was taken into surgery on Wednesday to remove a potentially cancerous tumor that was suddenly discovered. Ally spent the whole day in the hospital while her mom had massively invasive surgery. This is up in Oregon remember, where her folks live. So Ally’s still up there; I drove her up on Tuesday and spent part of the day with Ally in the waiting room on Wednesday, but had to drive back to Seattle to get myself ready for a job on Thursday.

Ally did want me to relay that her mom is doing fine, though, and early tests say it’s not cancer after all. Ally’s caring for her mom for a while (her mom is home now) and then she’ll fly back to Seattle to carry on life here.

Take care, everybody.

-Steve

Sorry for the lack of updates this week, I’ve been pretty swamped.

Emery & Mary have set out on their paranormal investigation expedition I mentioned a few times before. They’re already in the throes of it in the beautiful DeLair Manor up north - a couple hours drive from Seattle in British Columbia.

Rather than reinvent the wheel by telling you the events that are unfolding there now I’ll just refer you to their blog, where you can find Mary’s post about the preparations, Mary’s post about getting underway & getting started in the Manor, and Emery’s post about some scary events that have already taken place.

You can read all about the team that Emery and Mary have taken with them for the investigation on their blog as well.

I’m hoping that either one of them will post an update soon. After what I read in Emery’s latest post, with two of the team already having gone to the ER, I’m understandably nervous. That said, if anyone knows how to survive a haunted house, it’s Emery Waterman! I know that both he and Mary are very capable and careful. Still, it’s a friend’s job to be concerned. Steve called me after reading Emery’s latest post and expressed the same sentiment.

I’m assured that they’ll be posting a history of DeLair Manor soon, and the significance of the paranormal events there & why they’ve gone to check it out. So while I’m getting myself together - because I do have lots to share with you here soon - go catch up on Emery’s & Mary’s adventure!

I explained in the “Ever Wedding” article that I do have a plot with headstone for Nick, but it is obviously empty. In fact, I don’t even consider it anything other than a tiny piece of pointless real estate in a plain Tacoma cemetery. Someday, God willing, he’ll occupy it properly – alongside me, since I bought enough for four. This was either a colossal act of optimism on my part or a colossal waste of money, or perhaps both.

My thinking at the time (I purchased the plot in 2003) was I would be reunited with Nick, we’d have children, and we could all be buried together when the time was right. I didn’t have any special number of children guesstimated; I could only afford to buy a total of four. Even then, I borrowed most the money from my parents, since so much of mine was still tied up in condo expenses. Believe me, it was hard to ask my parents (who aren’t exactly wealthy, though they’re not poor) for cash for an empty burial plot that may or may not ever be used. At least, in a worst case scenario, I can sell the plot.

With the exception of checking the headstone after its installation I have never even visited the site. I’m not sure if any of his family has, either. His aunt and uncle were the only people he was still in touch with at the time of his disappearance, and even then it was infrequent contact. As I wrote on Nick’s Scrapbook, his parents never responded to my letter telling them Nick’s fate, so it’s safe to say they haven’t visited.

I did put a lot of thought into the design of the headstone, and was given access to the monument maker’s software to pull together elements I liked. I took into account that we may share the plot someday, so I wanted it to be something we’d both be proud to lie beneath. Here’s a screen shot of the design.

I thought the quote was particularly appropriate.

What a birthday! Three days later and I haven’t totally recovered. Add to that both Steve and myself still have lingering effects from that cold we shared last week, and I could be in for a rough remainder of the week – but it will have been so worth it.

Sunday was my 39th birthday and that’s a pretty big deal. Jeez…39…hard to type it even now. Not so much because of the age itself, those are just numbers after all, right? But I never thought I’d be on the cusp of a new decade, technically en route to “middle aged” without Nick by my side. By now we were meant to be married and, though we didn’t discuss it much, have several little Hardaway kids running amok reading each other’s minds and cracking jokes in posh British accents. Well…maybe simply have kids, period.

Instead I’m heading into that gray time of life when having kids is more difficult and more risky. If I can’t find a way to Nick soon I may never have them. But this is precisely the kind of thinking I wanted to avoid this year, so I decided to surround myself with people who were friends not only to me, but to Nick.

The Rose Red survivors see each other one-on-one or in small groups on occasion, but rarely get together for a full “reunion”. Thanks to Steve that’s precisely what happened Sunday night. It was my idea that we should all spend some time together, but he found the venue(s) and threw the bash.

In attendance were Steve, Emery and his lovely fiancée Mary, Rachel and her husband Brian, Annie, and Cathy and her husband Clark. That’s all the Rose Red survivors, their spouses/significant others (except Steve, who’s single), and me.

ABOVE: Somewhat awkwardly standing on an uneven surface, L to R top: Emery, Steve. L to R bottom: Mary, Rachel, Annie, me. This photo was taken by Rachel’s husband Brian. This was prior to our sitting at the Herbfarm – continue reading for more about that. Cathy & Clark hadn’t arrived yet. (Continue reading…)

The “Haunted America Tours” web site has some rather dubious content sometimes (their recent article about ghost hunting & sex is a hoot – not for those who don’t enjoy frank sexual content, but for those who do, get a good giggle here). But there was a bit of synchronicity today, as they published an article about “Decoding Paranormal Charged Objects: The Crystal Skull”, and a phenomenal package arrived on my doorstep early this morning.

Perhaps you recall I posted some time ago about Cora Frye & the Skull of Doom. To recap, Cora’s granddaughter Janet Ross (from Los Angeles) contacted me with information that Cora owned a “Skull of Doom”, a supposedly charmed crystal skull that she’d bring with her to séances to try to lure spirits, or more aptly, to spook her “clients”. She believes Cora’s crystal skull was present with Cora’s other accoutrement at Ellen’s famed séance. I expressed interest in seeing the skull in person.

Well my wish has come true, far beyond my broadest imaginings! Inside the parcel was a neatly wrapped present, and a gift card that reads “For your birthday: a gift from Rose Red’s past. With warm regards, Janet Ross and Cora Frye.”

My birthday is April 5th, so it arrived just in time. But I couldn’t wait until then to open it! I was absolutely tingling with excitement and couldn’t tear into the present fast enough. Inside the box I found a bundle of beautiful blue silk, and inside the bundle none other than Cora Frye’s “Skull of Doom”!

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I’m paying a heavy price for last week’s drinking session with Steve…somewhere along the line my immune system let down its guard and I developed the worst head cold in the world Saturday morning. By Monday the doctor put me on antibiotics to prevent it turning into something worse, as I was even oozing from my eyes. I’m starting to feel better but have fallen massively behind at work, and this site. I have some new things to share.

The only consolation is I’m not alone, Steve’s got it too. I’m blaming him for the germ, and he’s blaming me. He pointed out I’m the one who had saliva explode all over her kitchen. It’s a fair point, despite the fact that I’ve disinfected it about a dozen times already. I was encouraged, however, that he was cracking jokes about the paranormal events at my condo. He may be nervous about it, but at least he’s sticking to his promise to be more open about it, and to come on board.

He hasn’t been here yet, but he did do something impressive completely of his own initiative. He drafted a letter he sent yesterday to all antiques sellers, historical societies / museums, and salvage businesses in Seattle and many miles beyond. He’s asking anyone with any items from Rose Red, presumably purchased at the estate auction, to please send him photographs of their stock for this web site. I’ve included the letter here so you can read it yourself, and see how he pitched the idea to his recipients.

I also received an e-mail and a photograph from a friend of Vic’s. Read on…

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