I know things change all the time. I guess I'm just sentimental. This small house was covered with pink asbesto siding. In spring the front yard is covered in yellow daffodils.
I cannot remember who lived in this house. I was thinking it was a woman who had no family. I just know no one has lived here for years.
This little house is on the new route we take to town now. I suspect that the pink asbestos siding was removed to get it in a proper condition for some fire department to use to train its members. I wonder how long that house has been there? For as long as I've been married, I'm sure. I cannot remember it not being there. I am just too sentimental.
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Sometimes, as I drive by old run down houses or even barns, I wonder what stories they have inside of them. I know all houses have stories, but it seems that old rundown, almost gone houses seem pitiful because when they disappear, lots of times, so do the stories. I hate change too
Not ever having seen the pink siding, I really like this old abandonded house. So many stories inside those little walls. Hopefully it doesn't become a firefighters training....
What a piece of history...if only it's walls could talk! I feel the same way you do about old structures like that, which was once a very loved, well-cared-for home!
Blessings,
Janice
I love the old house. I always wonder what great memories and love that it must hold over so many years. I have a hard time when change comes to most things. I say if it works keep it going.lol Enjoyed your post. connie from Texas
The older I get the more I resist change. It feels terrible to me to go to an old familiar neighborhood only to find everything gone. I recently went to the farm area where my grandparents lived. I wanted to see their house one more time....gone. Time marches on.
I would love to know some of the stories it could tell, too. I dont mind change, but it depends on what or where!
Asbestos is, of course, very dangerous, so it is as well it has been removed.
I would be tempted to try to rescue the daffodil bulbs!
I feel so sad too when a house is abandoned or lost. The memories and love that the house holds is worth keeping!!!
Ann,
I love rummaging through old houses. When we were kids, there was a deserted farmhouse across the road and we would spend hours in there exploring. I wish that house could have talked. I'm sure it had a great story to tell.
When I was a kid, Dad & Mom bought mint green asbestos siding for our house. It looked terrific and Mom was so proud of it. Dad tore it off a few years later and I suspect he was informed of the dangers of asbestos.
I enjoyed visiting. Your photos of the old house are great.
Blessings,
Mary
If walls could talk, I"m sure that little house could tell us a lot about it's history and its tenants. There is an old house on my way from Randleman to RM that I enjoy looking at... it has weeds, flowers growing up out of the chimney. I keep telling myself to stop and take a picture. Maybe I will next time.
Too bad the house could not have restored and saved. I bet a one time it was very cute. And I love the tin roof. The house is a perfect size for a mountain lot.
Speaking of tin roofs, they are becoming popular around Marietta, many home owners are now having (red) tin roofs put on their homes. Some of these home owners are 'upscale' too.
An old saying:
What is old, will one day be new.
If that old house could talk, I hate seeing old places destroyed., my son and I go out in our town to find the oldest homes and found many.
sniff sniff
I can see how happy that little house may have been.
What a sad place it is now.
Don't you wish you could see it 60 years ago? on the day of a happy wedding?
My Granny's old house looks like that to me.......she's gone, the clothes line is gone, her white Shasta daisies are gone.......her old brown car. Her house is still there, but my mom says people that 'do drugs', live there.
(I wonder if the bathroom is still purple?)
(I love houses with the old shingle like siding on them.....they don't make them like that anymore.)
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