As many of you know we heat with wood during the winter months, and early Sunday morning one of the 2 blowers on the back of the wood stove in our basement that blows the heat upstairs - quit! Of course these kinds of things always seem to happen on Sunday. It was determined we needed a new blower, and after contacting several stores we found an available blower 52 miles from home. Off we went, which brings me to the explanation to these 2 pictures. Along the highway on the road to our destination is this old delapitated farm house. Everytime we pass it I imagine what sort of family used to live in the house. How many children slept in the bedrooms upstairs and what pattern was the wallpaper in these bedrooms, did the family operate a farm, what sort of house plants did the mom have? They always had houseplants you know. What did they use for heat.? I wonder if they had a pie cooling window in the pantry like my grandma used to have.
It's interesting to imagine the life this family might have had. |
4 comments:
One does wonder? ~ It's so sad to see a house or any property for that matter go to waste. You know at some place and time it was someone's pride and joy. If walls could talk.
i always feel sorry for the poor thing. i always give old homes a soul...
A house as large as that must have had a lot of little ones running around. If only those walls could talk.
I wonder about the family too. Did they build the house or inherit it, did the family die out or move away because of some tragedy. With such a beautiful house, how could they leave it deserted! Such houses are romances written about . . .
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