Oftentimes while driving around, my attention is drawn to any old and deteriorating building or house I see. A wave of sadness overcomes me when I think about how these structures were once teeming with life and activity and are now abandoned and forgotten, except perhaps for anyone still living who has a personal memory associated with them.
|An old general store building where neighbors once met to exchange news, talk about the weather and buy what meager goods they could afford.|
|Beautiful old brick work on the above building.|
|The entire front yard is covered with acorns from the huge oak tree, below, which grows alongside the road.|
|I stood and stared at this old tree and wondered if my dad and his brothers had climbed this tree when they were boys. Did they do battle with the abundance of acorns that covered the ground?|
|The ivy-covered fireplace on the above house. Houses like this hold secrets from past generations; the walls within absorbed the joys, the laughter, but also the trials and tribulations of those whom they sheltered.|
Our present day society prefers the new, the shiny, the modern look of affluence. Do you see beauty in old or abandoned buildings or consider them an eyesore? Do you ever try to imagine the people who once occupied the buildings and what their lives were like?