Monday, February 27, 2012

Who Is Ratty?

I have a ghost story for you this time that happens to be true. I've snuck in other true stories on this site before. You'll have to guess which ones they are. 

Who is Ratty? That is a short but very complex question. Some of you have wondered about it, and some haven't thought about it at all. Most of us use pseudonyms here on the internet. This one is different though. Ratty is a legend. Ratty was a hero. Today I am Ratty, but I'm not the original. Ratty was my uncle, and Ratty was my best friend.

I said this was a pseudonym for me, and obviously it wasn't his real name either. I use it here on the internet, the same as any of you use yours. It was his for a much more interesting reason. I didn't just take his name for just any old reason. I did it because I guess I'm also the one who gave it to him. This is going to take some explaining because it's a very different kind of story.

This story starts when I was only a baby. And yes, although it may sound unusual, I do remember back that far. One of my few remaining memories of my favorite uncle was when he used to bring me piles of change. I used to drop the coins down into the cracks of my grandparents' front steps. It was a fun thing for a little kid to do, and he didn't mind at all.

It was around this time that my uncle was drafted into the army, and into one of the worst wars in our country's history. He became a tank driver, which sounds like it would be a pretty safe job in a war, and it was. He used to send me pictures of him standing beside the tank. One of them showed where they had run over a land mine. The explosion created a huge hole in the ground. The tank was mostly undamaged.

One time, when his tank was in for repairs, he volunteered to go on a rescue mission. My grandpa told him never to volunteer for things like that. He did anyway. They went to rescue some wounded soldiers. They were given a kind of truck that was known for not having any protection at all. This time it was the truck that ran over a land mine. My uncle didn't come back alive.

I was only a little older than two years old at this time. I didn't understand the concept of death yet, so my mom decided not to take me to the funeral. There also wasn't any real way to tell me about him yet. It was about this time that I received a visit from somebody. It might sound strange, but the visitor was my uncle.

I still remember that day. My mom and I were in the kitchen, and my mom had to go down to the basement for something. The back door was open, but the outside screen door was locked. I watched as my uncle came up the stairs of the back porch to the door. I told him that I would go get my mom for him, but he said not to do it because he was in a hurry, and the one he came to talk to was me.

I don't remember much of the conversation anymore, I was only a few years old after all. I do remember that he told me he would be back. My mom came up the stairs soon after he left. After she asked me who I was talking to, I told her it was my uncle. He was her younger brother.

To this day, my mom tells me she heard me talking to somebody up there. She had her hands full, and was frantically trying to get upstairs. Even back then, kids shouldn't talk to strangers. I knew that very well, but he was not a stranger. My mom knew I was telling the truth as I saw it, and that I must have known who I was talking to. Besides, there was nobody there anymore, not even outside.

Shortly after this happened I made a new friend. He was a kid that was a little older than me. He told me his name was Ratty. I knew him for a long time, and we played together the way little kids do. There was one time where I was teasing my new little brother with a worm, and Ratty took it from me and covered it up so my brother wouldn't be afraid anymore. I learned a new lesson.

This whole time, my parents just assumed that I had an imaginary friend. Lots of little kids have them at some point. At the same time all of this was happening, my grandma had the idea to put pictures of each family member on one of her living room walls. For my uncle, she used an old picture from when he was a little kid. It had been packed away for several years, and nobody had seen it in all that time.

When we went to visit my grandparents, I immediately noticed that picture. I identified it as my best friend Ratty. I was much too young to have ever seen this picture before. Nobody else knew what to think of this, but they most likely dismissed it as the imagination of a small child. Wouldn't you?

I continued to play with my friend, but through the years his visits became less and less frequent. They finally stopped shortly before I started school. He still occasionally visited me in my dreams, but it just wasn't the same.

Was this all only the imagination of a child? Or was it something much more special? I don't have that answer for you because I simply don't know. I do know that it was all real to me, and I still remember everything, including his face.

So, who is Ratty? That was Ratty. I use this name to honor my uncle, and my best friend. Thanks Ratty. I'll never forget.

21 comments:

  1. Hey Ratty..I don't know why but I have been having trouble leaving comments on 'The everyday Adventurer'. I suppose it could be my computer but it is on;y happening with that one particular blog so though I would let you know that I have been over and loved your photos but couldn't manage to leave a comment after reading the latest post.

    I love your story and I'm glad you shared it with us..childrens minds are a lot more open to things and I think this is why they can sometimes see things that adults can't. Sure it could all be put down to imagination...but I just don't believe in that much coincidence!!

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    1. @allotments4you
      Thanks for letting me know about the commenting problem. I looked at it and it seems to be fine now.

      I think I mentioned in the story that I still vividly remember playing with Ratty. I would just think he was imaginary if I didn't remember him so well. Either way, I'm glad I have those memories.

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  2. It's reassuring to know we can live on, if only in someone else's memory (or imagination? or supplementary reality?). And I think it must have been wonderful for you to have had someone like your late uncle as a childhood friend. I've never had any imaginary friend myself but I know somehow that ever since my dad has died, he's with me and watching over me like only a dad can do.

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    1. I love your term of supplementary reality. It makes more sense than any of the "supernatural" terms.

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    2. @Dieter Moitzi
      Keeping these people in our memories is the best thing we all can do for them and for ourselves.

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  3. I never thought of that, now I appreciate you even more.. thanks

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  4. I strongly feel that it was your Uncle. He must be honored that you have taken on the Ratty name. Cool story.

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    1. @Jean
      I like to think it was my uncle too. And I'm glad I can use the name to remember him forever.

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  5. Ratty, your blog is not only nice and wonderful. It does gives goose bumps at times but I still want to read as being too inquisitive into it. At the same time, you said, you won't bite me this time! Well, can you switch off some gadgets at your side like layout so that the eyes that drool down the screen wont feel bad about the whole thing.
    It's just dinze the eyes! Hope my suggestion is good.

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  6. Wonderful story! It was indeed real! I've too many experiences of that kind to disbelieve it! Brilliantly narrated.

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  7. i love reading your story...it's wonderful

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  8. Ratty i visit your blog first time , your blog is not only nice and wonderful. It does gives goose bumps at times but I still want to read as being too inquisitive into it.

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  9. creepy..yet i'm with u..that story tells something...

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  10. Great to read this well written story behind your name!

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  11. Lovely story. So nice that your uncle visited you that way. Rings true to me. Nice memories.

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  12. had heard a lot of similar tales. it was last night i read this story but didnt bother to comment because it felt creepy and i was all alone bloghopping and dropping cards. :D

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  13. Sometimes when we idolize something, something that looks so real. It may be that this is because you really idolize your uncle. But in this life we must be rational that we live in the real world. :) Best wishes for Ratty.

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