A trash can sets in front near the door, so maybe the neighbors are trying to clean things up.This was a strong well built house. Maybe a Homestead house.
My Fathers parents lived in a house not unlike this...oh it was clean and flowers filled the yard, the chickens ate the little bugs from the yard. And that old cat called CAT by my Grandfather, was the best Mouse hunter in the country. You could have thrown that cat through the wall, I remember as a little girl laying in bed and the moon light came in between the wood. No dry wall or anything so modern, but Grandma papered her kitchen wall in News Paper, she changed it now and then. I would sit at the kitchen table and look at all the pictures. So old houses really talk to me. I have wonderful memories of the little houses I lived in as a child...it didn't matter what they looked like, they were warm with family love.
I have started a new blog because I need to put down stories, things that are in me that need to come to the for front. We will see!
4 comments:
I enjoyed this post and the photos of the neglected house. To me, houses seem to have personalities and they speak to me. Some are sad some are happy. I think a lot of that has to do with the families inside and how they feel about their home.
I came across your blog and just love your post. It makes me sad to see a neglected house. I always want to know the stories that go along with it. Don't you wish you could fix it up. When I see an old empty house that's what I want to do. I am going to follow your blog. Good luck.
I too love old houses. A friend of ours who is an architect actually talks about the soul of a house when he is designing a remodeling project.
Darla
I loved reading your reminiscences of your grandparents' home. I'm going to do a post about my grandma's house someday too.
I remarked in my post about "Where I'm From" that I come from "small houses with big yards."
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