I received following correspondence from Dale in Lacombe, Alberta, Canada:
Around 1961, I was living in Oromocto, New Brunswick, Canada with my parents. Oromocto is the town that is connected to Base Gagetown (The biggest military camp in Canada). I was around 14 at the time.
Many years before, when I was around 3 years old to around 9 years old, and lived in Sackville, New Brunswick, Canada I had an uncle - believe his name was Dickie. He did many things and among other things he was an inventor. He either invented things from scratch or improved other things. He would make things from electric shock devices to hold in your hand to temporarily shock people if they shook your hand to devices that would stretch and you could take things down or clean things at a distance. Anyway he passed away and his ashes were put in an urn box that eventually made its way to Oromocto, New Brunswick. My Mother was supposed to send it somewhere for a burial in a cemetery. The box was kept in a closet in a living room of a house we were living at the PMQ living site in Oromocto.
Several nights when the sun was starting to go down (Autumn) I thought I saw a repair man in a trench coat in the living room, checking the window for drafts or checking something else. He was tall and well dressed (just like Uncle Dickie). I thought it strange that for several days he would come back and check the same thing every night - always "after hours" and at twilight. So one night I got quite close to the man and asked him what he was doing. In a very faint voice he asked me "what is my box doing in the closet?" I didn't know what he was talking about. He had a very faint voice and, again, he told me the same thing. I kept asking him about the box and he said it should have been sent on to the proper place a long time ago. I was going to look for the box, but I guess he didn't want me to touch it. I went to get my mother and when she arrived he was gone.
We proceeded to look up an old picture album and in there, we found Uncle Dickie wearing the same trench coat, just as neat and well dressed as the apparition I had SPOKEN TO!
Around 15 to 20 years ago during a Leonid Meteor shower, myself and my children (then quite young) went to a small town nearby called Blackfaulds near a small turnoff next to a stream or small river that goes through the town. The sky was clear and there was no breeze. We observed a few meteorites - it was around 11 p.m. or so in the Summer. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, an partially transparent craft, though black in color, that looked a bit like a Vulcan bomber from a James Bond movie suddenly appeared, making no noise and very close by, approx. 1/4 to 1/2 mile away. There was a slight breeze on my face as it turned around. It was not an apparition and it disappeared around 5 or 6 seconds after it appeared.
While attending an Inner Circle Meeting of the NICUFO Organization in Las Vegas, when Dr. Frank Stranges was alive, I witnessed something else. After the days of meeting were over, I took a stroll on Tropicana Avenue. I wanted to go somewhere to get presents for my wife and children. I noticed there was a strange hum in the air and there was no traffic on Tropicana Avenue - no people walking and no road detour signs. I came across an electronics van parked near the sidewalk with one older man sitting on a chair and another middle aged man getting out of the van. Next to the van was a multi-story tower with a satellite dish on the top and another antenna of a sort below that. They didn't want me taking any pictures of the van and wanted to know what I was doing there. I asked what they were doing and they said it was classified.
I asked about the strange hum in the air and the lack of traffic on a street thoroughfare that normally had 3 or 4 lanes of traffic going in each direction and lots of people walking. They refused to discuss the matter and reminded me NOT to take any pictures.
After another Inner Circle Meeting of NICUFO in Las Vegas a few years later, I took a walk near the Venetian Resort. There was a labor union strike in progress. I am used to labor matters, because I have been a member of unions or had various positions with them for years, so I read their handout and talked to the workers. The workers had grievances and complaints such as bad storage places for foods and other labor worries but one thing caught my eye. There was a reference that several people were taken to the hospital because of strange sounds and smells coming from the basement area. When I talked to the workers they said the sounds and smells were not normal and not earthly. In UFO circles for years we have had reports of underground tunnels under Las Vegas and perhaps going to secret government installations.
Anyway...too many stories to tell.
May all your good dreams come true. Dale
Writing as a Way of Healing: How Telling Our Stories Transforms Our Lives
Unexplained Mysteries of the 20th Century
Unexplained!: Strange Sightings, Incredible Occurrences, and Puzzling Physical Phenomena
History's Greatest Lies: The Startling Truths Behind World Events our History Books Got Wrong