This sad school seems to be empty these days, though there is a sign out front giving a number to call to rent it for weddings and such. Now, really. Would you want to get married in here?
Back in the day, there was a group known as The Georgetown Area Community Theater, and they rehearsed and performed in this building. I worked with them for one show, playing Maggie in "The Shadow Box," a play set in a hospice, in which people learn to accept death. The local water company used one or two classrooms for offices, but, apart from that, we had the run of the place. There was an auditorium with a nice stage, and dressing rooms (probably athletics changing rooms, originally), and a light booth and everything.
Including a ghost.
The backstage access was through a door to the right, going in through that main entrance. The door was very loud; it both squeaked and banged. It was very heavy, and it took all my strength to open and close it silently.
Once, coming through there during a performance, I reached out to open it, and it just opened. I walked through, holding the door very tightly, and it pulled out of my hands and closed itself...silently.
A very gentlemanly ghost.
Here's the plaque. 1922. The three trustees are all well-known names in these parts.
A sad and lonely view. that brown stuff is corn, and I'm pretty sure it's dead. I felt one of the ears, through the husk, and it was hard as a rock. We are in a drought, and the wind sighing through the dry corn was like the rattling of bones. I drove past hundreds of acres, today, that look just like that.
It's no wonder that the farmers are selling up and houses are growing on these fields, instead.
Edited to add: I have been informed that, when being used for biodiesel fuel, the corn is left to dry like this, so these fields may not be ruined after all.
A little landscaping couldn't hurt. Looks like a good place to film a creepy movie.
ReplyDeletePics like these makes me feel both nostalgic and homesick. Almost a haunting quality to them - Mr. Ghost expected, of course.
ReplyDeleteSome pics are hauntingly breathtaking while others are just haunting. It does make me wonder that if those walls could talk what stories they'd tell.
I wish I could have gone in and taken pictures inside. There was a car parked out front, but nobody was around and the front door had a padlock on it, and the back was locked up tight.
ReplyDeleteI might need to go back and call the number on the sign and see if I can get in for some pictures.
I have a good friend who lives just down the road and was recently there for my two daughter's horse camp. It is cool to hear some interesting history of this sad lonely building. my sonthought it looked like and awesome place to have a party...lol!!!
ReplyDeleteEe, do you have any idea who to contact to get inside? Part of the phone number is missing from the sign, and I didn't see any numbers on the ground around the sign.
ReplyDeleteThere is a mailbox there--I wonder if anybody checks it. I could send a snail mail to that address (I can find out the zip), and see if I can set up an appointment for August sometime.