I can remember a few of those that my great grandparents Stewart & Flora "Mae" Burress related to us when we were very young. Grandpa Burress used to sit in his chair outside and tell us stories. I was always facinated by his being able to hand roll a cigarette with one hand while he talked and shared with us so many things he knew.
The Haunted Rocking Chair
Grandpa Burress used to work for the city of Bluefield, West Virginia. He was a blacksmith by trade and made sure metal tools were kept sharp or made items they needed by welding etc.
He said one day he was delivering a couple of tools to some fellers working on some city street project and passed by a house where he noticed that someone had put out in the garbage a perfectly good rocking chair to be picked up. He delivered the tools and on the way back stopped and knocked on the door of the house to ask about the rocker in the trash. A man answered the door and grandpa said if they minded if he took the chair home with him. The man told him he could take "the infernal thing anywhere he wanted" and slammed the door. Grandpa thought the whole thing odd but it was a good chair.
