9 results for stemmed:malba
(The house of Malba’s aunt was right in town. Malba’s parents were not married and the aunt brought Malba and her brother up. The mother left them early, the father a few years later. Malba was ashamed at being illegitimate, and told us that it was very important to have a good name. She didn’t think anything of her parents.
(The husband remarried 7 months after Malba’s death. Malba repeated this fact often; she was bitter about it because it revealed how little her husband thought of her. After the husband’s death the second wife went to California to live with her stepson and his family. Malba was not happy about this either.
(I began to ask Jane questions, about anything. Malba came through after only a few. Jane talked in her own voice all evening, although the choice of words, the rhythm and phrasing and inflections seemed not to be hers. While talking she laughed rather often, and this was much different than her usual laugh. Malba’s voice on the whole was not as strong as Jane’s, and more petulant. One had the feeling that behind it was a rather mediocre intelligence; one that did not try very hard to concentrate and whose interests were, and had been, rather ordinary and at times shallow.
(We had great trouble with the place of Decatur. This is my interpretation of what Malba said, and I believe now it is wrong. Malba’s pronunciation was something like Deka-tur, with the accent on the first syllable.
(Finally someone who said her name was Malba Bronson spoke through me, in my own voice. [...] She also said that Seth would probably call her “Malba Toast.”
(Malba will go over this material later if we want to check notes we intend to make. Malba said she was the girl I spoke about dying early in Levonshire, England, but that she died at 14 and not 17, as I said. [...]
(Malba said it takes time to prepare for a seance, 15 minutes at least in relaxation before; a black cloth on our table reaching to the floor would help, as well as drapes on the upper half of our windows, to cover the white Venetian blinds. [...]
[...] And Malba didn’t sound terribly bright; at least Seth is intelligent and knows what he’s talking about. [...] This way I’m trying to figure out if Seth is independent or not … [and] worrying about a Malba, too.”
I’ll go along with your little joke about Malba Toast of the Midplane. Malba of the Midplane was your apt description. [...]
[...] Before long, I began to speak for a personality called Malba Bronson, who told Rob that she had died in South Dakota in 1946 at the age of forty-six. [...]
Malba insisted that she was the same girl I saw die in Levonshire, England, in my earlier trance, except that her death had taken place when she was fourteen, not seventeen as I had reported. [...]
I’ll go along with your little joke about Malba Toast of the midplane. Malba of the midplane was your apt description. Actually Malba herself was a not-too-intelligent woman who died in 1946 in South Dakota, as she said.
[...] As far as I know Malba can be of help to you. I would say crusty old Malba, but she is not even toasty.
Many of Malba’s suggestions along the lines of sleep and the subconscious were very good and should be followed. [...]
Your Malba spoke correctly when she said that this was a lifetime project, and you know me well enough by now to know that I am going about it in my own way. [...]
(By attaining a certain mood, and then talking quietly, Jane had in the past produced the Sarah Wellington and the Malba material. [...] For Sarah she had spoken in a rather more childish manner; for Malba she had sounded rather petulant, grown, not too bright and poorly educated. [...]
Malba...............(blocked)