Photo of Harry Price, a ghost hunter from the past.
I couldn’t help but break out in my oft present mischievous grin when I noticed the following.
Currently on wordpress, my blog posting about my not being a ghost hunter, is buttressed underneath a posting about a movie concerning Harry Price. In a jocular way, I have always referred to Mr. Price as one of my rivals.
History will regard him with mixed emotions. Praise has been sent in his direction from even some hardened skeptics about his work in exposing spiritualistic fraud. However, Mr. Price had another side, and he knew the ropes of showmanship as well as anyone. Some historical biographies treat him kindly. I guess the last couple have been more harsh on Mr. Price. In 2006 Richard Morris wrote that Harry Price was a,
“supreme bluffer, a hedonistic con man, a terrific raconteur, a great conjuror, a gifted writer and a wonderful eccentric.”
It is this appraisal of Mr. Morris’ that I have always weighed against Mr. Price’s exploits in exposing fraud himself.
But, the main reason I have held contention with Harry Price’s place in history has to do more with some of his commentary on ghostly investigations. He cannot be regarded in the same light as a Harry Houdini or Milbourne Christopher when it comes to overall quality of investigative opinion or integrity. His work with the Borley Rectory is not that from which I ever based any of my own learning about the hands on research of investigating in the field. In the bigger picture of things, I think Mr. Price was best at playing both sides of the issue of ghosts for the betterment of his own standing.
Anyway, I’m yet again given a laugh at how life always keeps me humble. After all these years of my trying to bear a torch for truth and light on the matter of ghosts, Mr. Price still comes out on top of this bulldoggish chap that the world need never hear from. I can’t help but tip my hat to Mr. Price and salute him once more from the orchestra from where I have watched paranormal history unfold. And, I do mean my best grin; one that would be my best Captain Jack Sparrow grin.
I’ll be off now to go and try to pen another serious piece about ghosts. It will be nice to write it while still wearing the salutory recognition that Mr. Price still has me bested. It’s all part of the fun side of the competition over bringing to bear what is real and what is not in the world of ghosts.
I’ve been topped once again. But, in the real category, I hope I can legitimately place, “me.”
In the not so real category, I will playfully and in jest give Mr. Price that designation of the, “not.”
Truly fun stuff.
(And, thanks for letting me be grammatically loose with the title of this blog entry. When doing battle over ideas of truth with showmen, it’s always better to be a little less polished with the grammar. 🙂 )