riderxlx wrote:
She is gorgeous. Do you have any other images to post of her? Also, it’s an interesting setting for the background.
Bruce.
The old Ursuline Academy School for girls in San Antonio. This is where the 'River Walk" has it's origins. The nuns dammed the SA River directly behind this statuary. A large gazebo next and then three layers of division for the dam. First was drinking water, then a section for bathing (the reason for the damming being so high and finally clothes washing and irrigation for the lad where condos now sit.
This is where the Southwest Craft Center then took up residence. Never had any security alarms in the place, never any police either. 'Security' were the stone crosses and the entry gates with 'Ursuline Academy' with crosses to either side. San Antonio being a vary Roman Catholic City, no one in their right mind would ever think about doing any thing to a nunnery, never.
One Sunday morning I went into 'work' early and parked my car, as I got out two uniformed SA Cops walked up, "You work here?" and I explained who I was and gave them my card. They told me "Fine, walk with us."
Thy toured me through the main locations while handing me the big ring of keys that they found at the open front door, AC going and all the lights on.
One was Christian, you could see his gold cross hanging around his neck.
"Well the lights being on all night in the Academy building is typical, the ghosts are just upset."
The other cop looked at me, "Ghosts, you have ghosts! Come on, BS!"
"Ok," I told him, go upstairs and turn off the lights from inside the door and then close the door, the ghosts will turn the lights back on and they will do it over and overt until you get to this first floor hall way, ten they will extinguish the lights, but the switches will be in the off position the whole time, go on, try to turn off the lights, they won't let you."
Up he went and for several tries got no where, lights off and close the door and back on they came.
"Must be a faulty wire," He told me.
"No", Volumer Electric has replaced all the wiring and electric boxes twice and has given up. A local electrical engineer has checked the electricity and found it in perfect working order. Ghosts of the old dead nuns."
I just looked at me.
"If you would like to meet one of the old dead nun ghosts I can take you to photography into the darkrooms, her name is Mary and she died of consumption, it was her bedroom. But you may to piss her off, she won't hurt you, she is just contrary." I told him.
The cop with the cross around his neck asked me why I was not afraid?
"Oh Mary and I are good friends," I explained, "I keep the room clean and during Christmas I have my nephews come is and do photography and that makes her happy, plus she is into children, she's an old Nun and teacher. Christmas is big for nuns and the school is closed for that and she gets depressed. She likes women a bunch and the Saturday children's program is her drug! Bring you kids over and we will show them the arts and crafts, it's a freer program."
A few weeks later he was by on Saturday with his son and daughter, and they wanted to know all about the ghosts! And all had a great time doing art/craft.