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Mar. 2nd, 2003 07:34 pmThese last few days have been very, very good. Friday was fun, I skipped my American Indian anthro class to go to a lecture on Mississippian symbols, which was allowed by the professor for extra credit. Sarah came with me, and another girl from class, and apparently no one else went to class either, because the professor was there with one of the TAs. Went to Borders and then to Sarah and Denniss's, where we ordered Chinese and watched Black Adder. It's so delightfully wrong.
Yesterday we went to the Albany Institute of History and Art, partly because I had a paper to write, partly because it's neat there. They have mummies. And had a late lunch at Sukothai, which is delightful. The food was sufficiently hot even through my cold. We ran errands, and Sarah and Dennis met my mother. Watched more Black Adder, and had a lot of fun.
Today was interesting. My grandmother got horrifically lost trying to find us (never mind that she drove right past where we were standing on the sidewalk) and never wants to drive in Troy again. We got to Saratoga, where I tried to find a place that sells black and white film, and there isn't one on a Sunday. Grrr. So I only had one roll. We got to Galway, and I saw the barn. Er, ex-barn now.... I almost fell over from the sorrow of it, crying more. There's actually a lot of it left standing, especially the interior walls, so the destruction wasn't so bad as I'd been told. So the damage to the stuff probably isn't complete, either. The front wall is currently lying in the driveway, which is odd, especially being folded in half and having the tools still hanging (?) where they belonged. The window was still intact though. For that matter, all the window frames are still intact. The walls are bowed in strange ways, and it just looks wrong. Strangely, though, the place felt completely empty. After all the ghosts that wandered around there, you'd expect *something* to still be there, but there was nothing. I guess they've all been allowed to die or something, and move on. Remy wanted to know who the family pissed off so badly though, that nothing ever seems to go according to a normal plan. But then, so much of the past has now been purged, maybe we can finally be free from it now? Maybe the last phase of the curse is coming to pass now.... (And yes, I really do believe my family was cursed, probably in some interesting way) I tromped through teh snow to get shots of the side and back, and got very, very wet in the process. But the shots should be worth it, I hope. Inside the house, in the back, I could see the place where the lock had been broken, and where they tried to get through the back door into the kitchen (two different doors) and broke the wood. That was a solid door, too. Grrr. I've never seen the place empty like that though. No carpets, no furniture, bare walls, nothing. The plaster was peeling worse than I'd last seen due to the water from the firetrucks, and the upstairs hall still had the charred wood in places, and on one wall there was a bare space from where my great grandmother's wedding picture had hung in the middle of the smoke and soot. The photo was destroyed though. They found a corner of the frame, but that was it. It was a perfect 1920s wedding photo, with the short gown and long trailing roses on streamers from a bouquet almost as big as my great grandmother.... Some of the wall paper was still intact, but not well enough to salvage it. And the estimate from the place in Cohoes that reproduces was 4,000 a room. Not a good price. The attic got shorter. Not really, they just put in thicker boards, but I had to duck a lot. And now we're home again. And I'm tired, and cold.
Yesterday we went to the Albany Institute of History and Art, partly because I had a paper to write, partly because it's neat there. They have mummies. And had a late lunch at Sukothai, which is delightful. The food was sufficiently hot even through my cold. We ran errands, and Sarah and Dennis met my mother. Watched more Black Adder, and had a lot of fun.
Today was interesting. My grandmother got horrifically lost trying to find us (never mind that she drove right past where we were standing on the sidewalk) and never wants to drive in Troy again. We got to Saratoga, where I tried to find a place that sells black and white film, and there isn't one on a Sunday. Grrr. So I only had one roll. We got to Galway, and I saw the barn. Er, ex-barn now.... I almost fell over from the sorrow of it, crying more. There's actually a lot of it left standing, especially the interior walls, so the destruction wasn't so bad as I'd been told. So the damage to the stuff probably isn't complete, either. The front wall is currently lying in the driveway, which is odd, especially being folded in half and having the tools still hanging (?) where they belonged. The window was still intact though. For that matter, all the window frames are still intact. The walls are bowed in strange ways, and it just looks wrong. Strangely, though, the place felt completely empty. After all the ghosts that wandered around there, you'd expect *something* to still be there, but there was nothing. I guess they've all been allowed to die or something, and move on. Remy wanted to know who the family pissed off so badly though, that nothing ever seems to go according to a normal plan. But then, so much of the past has now been purged, maybe we can finally be free from it now? Maybe the last phase of the curse is coming to pass now.... (And yes, I really do believe my family was cursed, probably in some interesting way) I tromped through teh snow to get shots of the side and back, and got very, very wet in the process. But the shots should be worth it, I hope. Inside the house, in the back, I could see the place where the lock had been broken, and where they tried to get through the back door into the kitchen (two different doors) and broke the wood. That was a solid door, too. Grrr. I've never seen the place empty like that though. No carpets, no furniture, bare walls, nothing. The plaster was peeling worse than I'd last seen due to the water from the firetrucks, and the upstairs hall still had the charred wood in places, and on one wall there was a bare space from where my great grandmother's wedding picture had hung in the middle of the smoke and soot. The photo was destroyed though. They found a corner of the frame, but that was it. It was a perfect 1920s wedding photo, with the short gown and long trailing roses on streamers from a bouquet almost as big as my great grandmother.... Some of the wall paper was still intact, but not well enough to salvage it. And the estimate from the place in Cohoes that reproduces was 4,000 a room. Not a good price. The attic got shorter. Not really, they just put in thicker boards, but I had to duck a lot. And now we're home again. And I'm tired, and cold.
