Ghosts of a better age

Working on that this weekend made me kind of sad. Not about the old house, but working on the new one, you can tell someone loved it once- and then something happened and no one loved it for years.... —AllenG

The farmhouses, businesses, and homes I see, everywhere I go now, are always sad, when you can see once they were someone's proud family homestead or enterprise. Ghosts of a better age, scores of broken dreams, shattered culture, scattered clans.

Heh. Where I live was abandoned for a quarter-century, the house generously valued at $0 when we moved in,.. hm.. 20 years ago this coming Monday. Concrete home built by my grandfather in two stages. Grandmother loved this place I think when it was in its prime, with a big garden, chickens, horses, us young grandkids. Almost all traces of that era are gone, rotted or rifled through by relatives.

At least tearing into the place taught me fascinating things about how it was constructed. And there are mysteries out in the yard I still haven't solved.

Think I'll go take a walk...