A Ghost Story in Bonaparte

Miriam, a mannequin dressed in colonial clothing, was positioned at an antique spinning wheel. Across the room in front of a fireplace stood Judy, five feet tall, wearing a very large hoop skirt. The girls added a bit of rustic charm to the place, David told me. He and his wife had once guiltily fabricated some story about how the ghost snuck into the house each August 10 and caused the spinning wheel to suddenly rotate in the middle of the night.