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  • cyndy parry

    I love an old building (house, barn, shed….) This old building is like my gray hairs; it gives me more character (I’m told) just as the graying barn wood and broken window gives this old house character. It makes me wonder of the history this house has seen and evokes memories of my own past.

  • Vicky in Bama

    Thanks ADK-Deb for the treat of the song. Marta I am from the south. I am just sad for the simpler times that came with those old houses.

    • Marta

      Vicky, my grandparents house is (was) slap dab in the middle of the Alabama piney woods, Coosa County. The cousin who inherited it let it go and it looks like these photos now. : (

    • Marta

      Yes… I miss my childhood. We cousins would run thru the kitchen and out the back door, barefooted, letting the back screen door slam. The back porch was wooden slats of course and so worn down there were never any splinters. My precious grandmother, who had 9 children, never said, “Stop slamming the door” like our mothers did. The Front Room was where the quilting frame was hung on hooks and lowered for my grandmother, aunts, their sisters-in- law. Any other quilters were welcome to pull up a chair around the current mounted quilt. We didn’t run thru there, we paused for a look at the work going on. But eventually one of the quilters would say, “Y’all go on outside and play now!!” I think she wanted to prevent grubby hands from touching the treasure being sewn. I am sure that is where my love of quilting began, besides, I got to sleep under the quilts. Gee whiz, Lori, what memories your photo can evoke!! Thank you.

  • Marta

    Don’t want to be negative but honestly these type places are all over the south and it is depressing. Sad for the life to be gone out.

  • Suzanne

    Marvelous photos!

    The first pictures with the sheers floating out through the broken glass looks like something Andrew Wyeth would have painted.

  • This makes me think of all our travels through the different country sides when my Dad would call them the “Honeymoon shack”.

  • Karen W

    I see nature taking back the space that was once hers & borrowed by some folks for a while. It’s definitely has some spooky Halloween vibe.

  • ADK-Deb

    I started humming “There’s an Old, Old House” by Bill Monroe – one of my favorite songs. Give it a listen. Beautiful photo, full of emotion. As I travel North on I – 81, doodling grape leaves, I noticed that the vines are grape with the perfect leaf shape for my wine quilt. You never cease to amaze me.

  • Bette

    These photos evoked memories of seeing the devastation along the Jersey Shore months after Superstorm Sandy. Driving through Bay Head,Mantoloking, and Lavallette on the way to my sister’s house in Ortley Beach, we saw homes tipped over on their sides, windows blown out, curtains fluttering in the breeze. It was so sad. Seven years ago this week. My sister’s place was still standing. We were amazed and grateful.

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