The Missing Will

Do ghosts return to resolve unfinished business?

In 1921 a farmer, James L. Chaffin Sr. from Mocksville, North Carolina died after a fall. He left behind a wife and 4 sons.

The will that James left he had written in 1905, 16-years before. It stipulated that his 3^rd son Marshall should inherit the farm.

But Marshall died the following year and since the will had not left any provisions for the rest of the Chaffin family this meant Marshall’s widow inherited the farm.

Marshall Addison Chaffin
April 2, 1922

In 1925, James’ 2^nd son, James Pinkney Chaffin-- James Jr. surprised the family by filing a lawsuit. He challenged the validity of the will.

Even more shocking was his announcement that he did this as a result of several conversations he had with his father’s ghost.

He stated that in a series of dreams his father’s spirit had visited him. He both saw him and heard him speak.

James Lewis Chaffin
September 7, 1921

During one of these visits James Sr. had appeared wearing his old overcoat. He told his son that his most recent will could be found if he looked in the old coat’s pocket.

This overcoat had been passed on to John Chaffin so James traveled to his brother’s home and the two men discovered a new lining sewn together in one pocket. James Jr. ripped it open and found a note that read:

“Read the 27^th chapter of Genesis in my Daddy’s old Bible.”

James Jr. then tracked down his grandfather’s Bible in the top drawer of a dresser in his mother’s house. He found the will tucked next to the 27^th chapter of Genesis.

It was a more recent will having been written 14 years after the first in 1919 --a  couple of years before James Sr. had died. This will equally divided the estate between his children--as long as they provided for their mother.

At the trail experts determined that this will was indeed written in James Sr.’s handwriting. Ten of James Sr.'s friends also stated it was his handwriting.

Marshall’s widow and son at first prepared to contest James Jr.’s claim but recognizing the handwriting of her deceased father-in-law in the end she even agreed the will was genuine.

James Jr. stated his father’s ghost had predicted this would happen.

James Pinkney Chaffin
June 11, 1949

A settlement was reached and the farm was returned to the Chaffin family.

My Mother’s Ghost

The following is a first person account about a son who tragically lost his mother at a young age.

I grew up in a small town in Ontario, Canada. My aunt and uncle raised me because, at the age of six, a drunk driver killed my mother in the fall of 1965. She was crushed between two cars, and on the way to the hospital she died.

I am lucky because, despite this devastating loss, my family made sure I had a wonderful childhood. Every school day, I would hurry home for lunch. I would eat quickly and then go down to the corner store to buy a newspaper for my uncle.

He always gave me a quarter and since the paper only cost 20 cents I was allowed to buy penny candy with the change. I would then deliver the paper to my uncle and still had time to watch my favorite cartoon before I had to return to school for my afternoon class.

After my mother’s passing, my grandmother told me that she had a collection of photos of my Mom that she would give to me when I grew up. Unfortunately, her apartment locker was broken into, and these items were stolen.

At the age of 10, I was home for lunch one spring day when I left to buy my uncle’s paper. As I approached the corner store, a young woman in a nurse’s uniform stopped me on the street. She looked at me and said,

“I remember you. Your name is Daniel, and you were born at St. Joe’s hospital. You weighed 8 pounds, 2 ounces. Your birthday is January 3, 1959. I was there when you were born. I helped deliver you.”

I rushed away as she called out-- “Take care.” I told my aunt and uncle about this odd encounter. They did not know what to make of it.

The following weekend we went to visit my grandmother. She announced that she had a surprise for me. She had found a photo of my mother that had not been in the locker.

The picture looked just like the young nurse who had stopped and talked to me by the store. I told my grandmother about my encounter. She told me that my mother, before marrying, had worked as a nurse at St. Joe’s hospital.

Since that warm spring day so many years ago, I have often wished that I could go back in time. It would be nice to talk to the young nurse once more.