Dreams are attached to each other, and once one comes, all the rest will follow.
“She did not know yet how sometimes people keep parts of themselves hidden and secret, sometimes wicked and unkind parts, but often brave or wild or colorful parts, cunning or powerful or even marvelous, beautiful parts, just locked up away at the bottom of their hearts. They do this because they are afraid of the world and of being stared at, or relied upon to do feats of bravery or boldness. And all of those brave and wild and cunning and marvelous and beautiful parts they hid away and left in the dark to grow strange mushrooms—and yes, sometimes those wicked and unkind parts, too—end up in their shadow.”Catherynne Valente
I read an article in the newspaper that the Old City Jail is in the process of being remodeled and turned into an office building. That seems incredibly sad to me. It is in the hands of a developer who is on the trail of getting permission to do this.
How can this be? This is Charleston’s most haunted building. It is a place ripe with African American history for our region. Why can’t it be restored and preserved as an historical site. It needs museum status. For this building to become an office building would be a travesty.
The jail, which was operational from 1802 until 1939, was the place were 10,000 people died from diseases, execution or injury. There was a lot of injury. It was the time of slavery in the south. Some of our most famous and crazy prisoners were housed there. Lavinia Fisher and her husband were there. She was our first female serial killer. She and husband used poison and a bed of stakes to kill their victims. Denmark Vessey and black soldiers were housed there.
And did I say already that it is haunted? The ghost of Lavinia Fisher is supposed to be there. People claimed to have seen her and heard her speak! Things move, people see shadows moving, the rattling of chains can be heard and people on tour have been touched or scratched by unseen things. There is a local tour company that gives a tour there. I have always wanted to go and but it off thinking they would be doing that tour forever. I guess I really need to book it… and soon. Progress waits for no man.
When I think about it being haunted, who would want to work there? I do not think I would. I do want to go, take the tour and take pictures. I hope to get some interesting ghost pictures! The souls of 10,000 were lost there. It is not a place to go daily. It is a place to pay homage to the dead.
Have you ever had your whole day planned out and nothing you had planned worked out? That was my Saturday on yesterday. This was a weekend I had off. I did not have to work so I had a list and everything planned out in my mind. My plans were to get up, cook breakfast, take child to work, come back home for a short nap then begin a kitchen purge.
I had read an article online a few days ago about being minimalist and how less is more. I decided with a birthday coming next week, I should think about having less. So, I planned to start with a kitchen purge and then move on to other rooms.
Well. We got up and I cooked breakfast and prior to taking my daughter to work I decided to stop at the gas station to put some air in the tires. I did and the left front tire was low a well as the back right. I pulled out of the gas lot and got to the median. It was time to put the pedal to the medal and get daughter to work. Tick. Tick. Tick. What was that sound? TICK. TICK. TICK. It was even louder.
I turned the radio down and opened the window. It was a tire making that noise. I put on the emergency flashers and made a loop to get back to the mall. I needed to go to Sears to get it checked. Gerald’s Tires was too far to travel.
At Sears there was a long line of people ahead of us. But, the day was partially saved by the clerk who helped me. I think he even put me ahead of others to get me out the door a little sooner. He drove my car and after hearing the sounds, drove it right on to a lift and found three bad tires. One had a huge screw with a washer. No patch would hold on that. Another had a nail in the side edge. No patch would hold that either. The third tire had a bulge where the steel radial belt inside had moved. Only one tire was good and it was the last one I had replaced in the past year. I had to replace all so that they would be uniform.
The auto guy tells me it would be a little wait but he would get her gone! It would cost $350 for the four new tires. Not what I wanted to pay. Those funds were earmarked for other things, but what could I do? With no car work, church and other things cannot happen. So out that money went on new tires! Bummer! Real bummer because some of that was for my birthday next week. I guess I’m grateful I had the funds to keep us rolling.
So where is the list in all of this? All shot to hell is where. I got my daughter to work two hours late. I was still very tired and after trying not to nod off in the Sears waiting room and failing, I was still tired. I decided to go home but took a detour at World Market. I got wine and new wine glasses. Then home and I took a short nap before it was time to get daughter from work. Before finally going home we did make a stop at Starbucks. I got an iced green tea latte. It was the highlight of my day. Once home it was dinner, a little sangria and to bed early.
Sunday is another day. Another day to try to begin that list. That kitchen purge is still there, waiting on me to begin. And I will. Come hell or high water. I’m doing something in that kitchen! Less is more and to make that happen you have to plan and have time to review possessions to let them go.
I have heard on and off throughout the years…make some plans…..go ahead…God laughs at those! He has other plans for us.
“Man often becomes what he believes himself to be. If I keep on saying to myself that I cannot do a certain thing, it is possible that I may end by really becoming incapable of doing it. On the contrary, if I have the belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it even if I may not have it at the beginning.”
I have read quite a few books about the holocaust over the years but none of them really focuses on the children. This book is written from the eyes of the children involved. It is a story of grief and endurance. It is also a story full of bravery and determination and love! It is well written. The characters make you feel like you know them right away and you feel every part of their experiences. Read it. You will not be disappointed. Great summer read!
About Face Gallery Show Is still up for one more week. I have two pieces of artwork in this show. It’s juried so I was surprised my submissions were selected! It’s the little things that mean the most.