January 7, 2005
In the winter of 2004 my cousin, Sheri and her husband Howard, were visiting
us from Oregon. While she was here she took just a few pictures. One picture
she took of me did not come out very well, I was obscured behind this fuzzy
thing. At the time she had it developed the girl said she had never seen
anything like it. This picture was taken with Sheri’s camera, not digital.
Some tried to pass it off as lint or something wrong with the camera lens.
Personally, Shari and I thought it might have been our grandma Iseli. Every
time I looked at the picture I would get chills, when I told my mom about it
she got chills also. Grandma Iseli is my mom’s departed mother, who lived
with us for several years while I was growing up.
In July of 2003, mom and I went to Oregon for her 60th class reunion in
Eugene. After the reunion we went on to Astoria, Bend, then to Portland to
visit the graves of her mom, dad and brother. While in Portland we caught up
with my cousin, Ronnie, and he took us around the area and up to Multnomah
Falls. Ronnie and I walked up on the bridge and I took a picture looking
down the falls. When I got home I had the pictures developed and stuck them
Mom was over this afternoon, Jan 7, 2005, and we were talking about movies.
There was an article in the paper about “White Noise” a new movie about
someone who is contacted by his departed wife through a process called
electronic voice phenomenon (EVP). I said that I didn’t think I believed
that. The article went on to say there were photos from over a hundred years
ago there were some occurrences, but there weren’t nearly the number of
psychic photos we have today. They don’t have the answer and neither does
Kodak. But for those who believe, the reason may be that spirits were
utilizing this new technology. Interesting article, but I didn’t connect
anything, although I did think about the picture Shari sent me several
Later that day I was cleaning out my office and found the pictures of
Oregon, but did not take time to look at them. When Brock, my sun in law
stopped by I decided, for some unknown reason, to show
him the pictures from the Oregon trip. As I sifted thru them I
noticed one photo taken from the top of the falls on the bridge had one of
those fuzzy looking things, I had never noticed it before, don’t ask me why,
just missed it. Got chills again. I called mom immediately to report another
strange picture to her – and after she had been reading the article earlier
Well, while we are on the phone talking about it, mom and the kitty were
sitting in the family room in her chair and the light on the table beside
her went “off”, she was sitting totally in the dark. All the other lights in
the rest of the house were on, only hers was dark. She reached up to check
it and was able to turn it on, it had not burned out as it appeared,
something just turned it off. This is just too much, we were really spooked,
as a matter of fact, the hair was standing up on both our arms and I had the
We hung up and I got busy looking for my cousin’s phone number to report all
this to her, after all she was the one who had the first picture so she
should hear the “rest of the story”. Actually I guess I had the first
picture the summer before but didn’t realize it.
Mom called me back before I could get on the phone and said she just
remembered what the date was, January 7, the day grandma Iseli died in
Astoria in 1967.
You may not think anything about this but after having seen this fuzzy stuff
in my kitchen in 2003, thinking I was going crazy, it has made a believer
out of me. Want to hear that story? The angel in my kitchen?
It was after a trip to M.D. Anderson in Houston to have my semi-annual
cancer check up. Everything appeared all right but there was one important
test which result was not in, and I would have to check back in
approximately a week to get the results.
One afternoon, about a week later, I was standing in the kitchen alone and
decided to call Houston to get the test results. The nurse said the number I
was looking for was 17. I was extremely upset because a high
number like 17 on this test was not good, it needed to be a very low number,
something under 3.
As I was very upset about this, the nurse said she would do some more
checking and call me back. As I hung up the phone I noticed something smoky
behind me. Knowing there was nothing cooking in my clean kitchen, I turned
around and the smoke disappeared. I thought I was losing it and wondered
what I was going to see when I turned back around. When I did, the smoky
form came around me on both sides then quickly disappeared, like angel
wings. At that moment the phone rang and it was the nurse again. She was so
sorry that she misread the number, it was 1.7, not 17. Feeling perfectly
relieved at that point, I know it was my Guardian Angel surrounding me and
protecting me. From this time on an angel will remain in my kitchen at 77
By the way, I had a most fun opportunity to be an Angel in the Pam Tillis/Gatlin
Brothers Christmas show at the Welk Theatre in Branson in 2004 – what a
Don’t forget – when I stumbled across this house in 1997 and purchased it
after only seeing it once, the address was Box 2690 – after receiving 911 in
the area a year later our new address was mailed to us – surprise, surprise –
it was 77 Angel Lane.