Where have the people and their stories gone.
Ahhh if only the ruins could talk, Colleen… ❤
My sentiments too Diana! 🙂
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Wow, another great shot Colleen! It’s kind of spooky too. Yes, wonder what went on since that house was standing upright.
Thanks Marissa. And the corner dropping like that….seems a little familiar. Like some ruby red slippers should be somewhere close by….
Oh yes, I can see them emerging…
Always a pity when this happens. If only the house could talk. 😮
I would be listening!!!!! 🙂
What a beautiful picture for it being a house that is falling down. I personally would love to hear the stories this house has.
Thank you Priceless. And me too. I can imagine sitting there, listening to the stories, if only it could tell us.
Yes, I’m sure they would be interesting.
I always think that. What would the original owners think today? The builders? What was the last straw before it was abandoned entirely?
Exactly! My next post is a little more detailed about something left behind….a little less….with a lot more questions…..
It does make you wonder, that photo, about the people and their stories.
I see remnants of houses, or shuttered houses….and always wonder. I have another post tomorrow. Pictures from the same bike trip. Different remnants…different questions….
I totally agree with your sentiments. When we moved in, there was a house outside of our subdivision that was in poor shape. It had a huge garden that was also neglected. It was all eventually bulldozed to widen the street, but I still wonder who lived there and does anyone miss that house (it was cute at one time) and garden?
Exactly! Who’s memories are full of that (those) house (s) and garden???? Who is sad (or happy!) it no longer exists?
Great image, and wonderful pondering. I think the walls are still holding the stories, and when the walls come down, the stories will become part of the earth.
That is the best way to look at it. To be absorbed.
There are so many deserted old houses here in Ireland. What fascinates me is their size. They are tiny compared to modern houses, but regularly were homes to up to 17 children and animals.
Oh Tric…..you know…..you absolutely know that the houses in YOUR world are the houses that call to me the most. I can’t stop my imagination from taking off. I can sit among those walls, and ruins for days and absorb their stories. I know they are not all ‘pleasant’…..but I let my self believe many of them are.
Escaped to bigger and better dreams, I hope, MBC.
This is the kind of thought I will attach to this house MBM! 🙂 Thank you!
What an artisan!
🙂 Thank you Master Koji.
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I always wonder about the families that lived in these old houses. Their stories. I wonder what the house looked like new. I wonder…….
I do start my own stories when I roam around remains of homes. I wonder quite a lot about the people and their lives, Colleen. I have a broken cup and an old pop bottle which still has dirt from being buried near a house…. I am a real ‘snoop’ or detective and the spoon I found gets taken out and placed carefully since it is silver.
It’s fascinating isn’t it? Entire lives, and often times, generations were lived in these places. The stories just call to me.
What a fabulous photo. It’s very cool to stare at…but when I begin to ask your questions it takes on a sadder concern! There’s undoubtedly a story, you’re right!
I’m sure we could all ‘make one up’. But to me, it’s not going to be nearly as wonderful as the truth-whatever it is.
In years gone by, when I’d see an old house, particularly an empty farm house, I’d wonder what happened to the people who once lived there. I’ve not spent much time in rural America lately but I know there are more empty houses than ever. The stories often aren’t happy and that makes me sad.
That’s what I wonder about Sheri. The story that had someone(s) leaving it behind. Did they just all move on? Or did they live out their lives and there was no one else? So many possibilities. And each are full of stories.
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