Thank you, Natalie...so much changes, so quickly. A lot of the farmland that made us what we are, here in the Midwest, is now crowded with McMansions...the 21st Century version of Ticky-Tacky.
I'm sorry to hear something like that. Having a certain affinity for old farmhouses myself.
It's just a bit similar to our first farm (original part dating to 1840's), and that tough old girl has weathered a lot (about 10 floods that got into the house, our experience being the #5 and #6 all-time records), but at least not the permanent destruction of a fire. And arson, at that.
Yes, old farmhouses can be really great friends and comfortable companions - they have just the right amount of character and personality to make themselves a part of your life. Especially when you know some of the folks who made it home.
I got kind of dinged when the "cottage" across the road from our old place got gutted and totally renovated a few years back - yes, it was quite comfortable, but NOT the dwelling it had been....
A few years ago some idiot torched and old 1 room store around here that had been a free-black owned enterprise pre-Civil War - such a huge loss.
That's one reason I'm taking photos of the tiny houses I've been recording on Flickr...they get torn down, burned, or "renovated"--usually ruining whatever character or architectural integrity they had.
And God yes, what a loss with the store! I knew you'd understand...
we are going to lose an old friend, too--the church that hubby used to pastor, years ago, has decided to tear down the original building to make room for more new. it appears that it is beyond mere repair in their eyes, and restoration is out of the financial reach of the congregation. so, the church, built back in 1853 must go. i truly need to go up there and take photos before it is razed...
middle kid used to ride up and down on the bell rope when they'd ring it for services, or at midnight on christmas eve... i hope they preserve that part of it, at any rate.
at least we have the opportunity to say good-bye. it is not as though it will be disappear in a fire. that kind of end is always traumatic...
Oh yes, girl, do go take photos! The old log farmhouse I lived in for 7 years was taken apart and donated to a local "historic village" after we moved away--we were the last human beings to actually live in it. Pigs, after us...
The village fell on hard times and the logs rotted on the ground. I managed to rescue one little oak peg...
Out here where all the "progress" is being made, by the Legends, they're tearing down a couple of wonderful old farmhouses to make room for the new Schlitterbahn Water Park. Because I need a water park in my back yard.
I guess it's a testiment to the fact that all things are conditioned, and all things will end.
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It's just a bit similar to our first farm (original part dating to 1840's), and that tough old girl has weathered a lot (about 10 floods that got into the house, our experience being the #5 and #6 all-time records), but at least not the permanent destruction of a fire. And arson, at that.
Yes, old farmhouses can be really great friends and comfortable companions - they have just the right amount of character and personality to make themselves a part of your life. Especially when you know some of the folks who made it home.
I got kind of dinged when the "cottage" across the road from our old place got gutted and totally renovated a few years back - yes, it was quite comfortable, but NOT the dwelling it had been....
A few years ago some idiot torched and old 1 room store around here that had been a free-black owned enterprise pre-Civil War - such a huge loss.
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And God yes, what a loss with the store! I knew you'd understand...
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middle kid used to ride up and down on the bell rope when they'd ring it for services, or at midnight on christmas eve... i hope they preserve that part of it, at any rate.
at least we have the opportunity to say good-bye. it is not as though it will be disappear in a fire. that kind of end is always traumatic...
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The village fell on hard times and the logs rotted on the ground. I managed to rescue one little oak peg...
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I guess it's a testiment to the fact that all things are conditioned, and all things will end.
Still sad.
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Oh how I wish I could make everyone live up to my standards. : )
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