Torn Collages Visit the Waterboro House

     I have not been back to visit the Waterboro House for over a year.  My visits stopped after a dream I had that woke me up.  In the dream a spirit was trying to get out of the house, because someone had secured all the doors.  The spirit was very agitated and was banging against the walls of its confinement as if trapped.  It kept frantically saying it just had to get outside.  I don't know if the spirit was male or female.  All I know was the next morning when I drove by the house on my way to work, a window curtain was blowing straight out into the yard though a window opening made by a missing glass pane. I was now afraid I had gotten too close to this spirit some how, and it was not a happy spirit.  Often I'd see it's agitation as I drove by.
     But I had to photograph my Torn Collage with the house.  I had my husband come along: both to help me set up, and for company.  The curtain was blowing wildly when we arrived.  We took the pieces of my collage out of the car and began setting up.  I never know why no one stops to ask what the heck I'm doing, but even a pedestrian seemed unconcerned.  Anyway, I was more nervous about the spirit.  But once the collage was set up the curtain went still.  Somehow the spirit seemed mollified, like it knew someone cared, had paid attention, and given the the seemingly forgotten place value, mourned its loss along with whoever it was, or is.
     I drive by this place every day.  The formerly flailing curtain remains still.  I'm happy to think anybody recognized my tribute - especially if it's the one who really counts.

I think I wil go back.