As the hot August night wore on in the attic of the old house, she decided she couldn’t take it anymore.
It was growing more stifling by the minute and in the claustrophobic space made of rough boards, there was a squeaking sound of scurrying mice somewhere in the dark corners and moving across the floor. (more…)
AMBROSE CLANCY PHOTO A corner of the attic at Sylvester Manor, where slaves and indentured servants were quartered.
In the stifling attic of rough boards, the afternoon sunlight caught etchings of sailing ships on a wooden beam near a narrow window.
You could see a progression in the work, from a suggestion of a ship to finely drawn images of sails and intricate renderings of ropes and riggings. In the airless August heat, just under the roof of Sylvester Manor, the etchings spoke of an indentured boy’s need for expression and freedom. (more…)