Patrick Mathieson
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One of two powerful experiences that I have had that go into the Fortean involved an electric sewing machine that my mother used.
It was manufactured in the 1950's and had a thick, block , Bakelite foot-pedal to control the motor: that being a foot pedal with an electric plug-in source.
I am ignorant of even basic electronics, and I mentioned the happening at the time, to only one person who was so informed of that science and he thought it strange, but that was about 20 years ago and I would like to enquire among you lot of people to see if anyone might give a fresh slant on what I experienced. Here is what actually occurred.
I was about 26 years old, and was at my parents house which was a large Edwardian, terraced dwelling in Glasgow. It was summery, and I was lying on the grass in the small garden at the back of the building, in the sunshine. Everybody in the household had gone out so that I knew I was alone.
In a non unconscious reverie I began to hear a sound. It was a strong, incessant, driven sound that I took to be the final rinse stage of the washing machine that was in the basement, former wash-house room of the big old property. It was not a mansion, but in Edwardian times in Glasgow,as elsewhere, there was a lot of wealth and many houses of the upper middle classes had paid,live-in help. This place had two maids living upstairs and one downstairs in the basement, near to the old wash room which had frosted and barred windows out onto the wee garden where I was.
We had a table-tennis room set up in what was the head maid's room, in the basement. In that basement there was a lavatory with a bath, the wash-room, and the entrance to cellar underneath the house.
I heard the sound and then realised that on walking past the washroom on my way out to the garden, I had seen the washing-machine's door was open and therefore no washing could have been in progress. That realisation perked me up from my doziness and I got up from the grass in some kind of intrigue. I went into the backdoor and immediately on the right was the wash-room, and I saw that the washing machine in there had its door open and so was not in use but still I heard the birling sound and followed it down the short corridor to where the table-tennis room was which was evidently where the noise was coming from. I stood at the door-way and heard what I heard; a full-speed whirling motor of the sewing machine that was set up on a table in the far corner of the room. When I walked in the noise stopped. My feelings that I felt I cannot recollect, only that I was a little entranced by the intrigue and not-rightness of it. After I had taken the situation in, I checked the plug at the wall and saw that it was switched on. I wondered if it was possible that the current could have jumped over the foot pedal switch and activated the sewing machine. I didn't have a clue about such things, and when I saw my friend who knew about such things a day or two later and explained what happened, he said that it was not possible that electricity could have jumped over the old foot-pedal and set the machine going round in the way I described to him. I took his word for it and it bolstered my apparent experience of the paranormal, but I have always wondered if there was a more obvious explanation of it and so I hope one of the readers might say something to add to the whole thing.
It was manufactured in the 1950's and had a thick, block , Bakelite foot-pedal to control the motor: that being a foot pedal with an electric plug-in source.
I am ignorant of even basic electronics, and I mentioned the happening at the time, to only one person who was so informed of that science and he thought it strange, but that was about 20 years ago and I would like to enquire among you lot of people to see if anyone might give a fresh slant on what I experienced. Here is what actually occurred.
I was about 26 years old, and was at my parents house which was a large Edwardian, terraced dwelling in Glasgow. It was summery, and I was lying on the grass in the small garden at the back of the building, in the sunshine. Everybody in the household had gone out so that I knew I was alone.
In a non unconscious reverie I began to hear a sound. It was a strong, incessant, driven sound that I took to be the final rinse stage of the washing machine that was in the basement, former wash-house room of the big old property. It was not a mansion, but in Edwardian times in Glasgow,as elsewhere, there was a lot of wealth and many houses of the upper middle classes had paid,live-in help. This place had two maids living upstairs and one downstairs in the basement, near to the old wash room which had frosted and barred windows out onto the wee garden where I was.
We had a table-tennis room set up in what was the head maid's room, in the basement. In that basement there was a lavatory with a bath, the wash-room, and the entrance to cellar underneath the house.
I heard the sound and then realised that on walking past the washroom on my way out to the garden, I had seen the washing-machine's door was open and therefore no washing could have been in progress. That realisation perked me up from my doziness and I got up from the grass in some kind of intrigue. I went into the backdoor and immediately on the right was the wash-room, and I saw that the washing machine in there had its door open and so was not in use but still I heard the birling sound and followed it down the short corridor to where the table-tennis room was which was evidently where the noise was coming from. I stood at the door-way and heard what I heard; a full-speed whirling motor of the sewing machine that was set up on a table in the far corner of the room. When I walked in the noise stopped. My feelings that I felt I cannot recollect, only that I was a little entranced by the intrigue and not-rightness of it. After I had taken the situation in, I checked the plug at the wall and saw that it was switched on. I wondered if it was possible that the current could have jumped over the foot pedal switch and activated the sewing machine. I didn't have a clue about such things, and when I saw my friend who knew about such things a day or two later and explained what happened, he said that it was not possible that electricity could have jumped over the old foot-pedal and set the machine going round in the way I described to him. I took his word for it and it bolstered my apparent experience of the paranormal, but I have always wondered if there was a more obvious explanation of it and so I hope one of the readers might say something to add to the whole thing.