life gone by.


When I look at this house I can almost see and hear the people that lived here.

There were grandfathers, fathers, sons, grandsons, nephews, grandmothers, mothers, daughters, granddaughters, nieces, cousins, and friends that lived there or visted.

At one time the walls of this old house supported more than just the roof. The walls were there for the good times, bad times, love, hugs, kisses, sex, the smell of baked goods, and yes even fights. In a word, this house supported life.

Oh what secrets (good and bad) this house must hold? How many generations have come and gone? Yet, when it’s all said and done this is what’s left. This house will never host occupants again, the love, laughter, fights, visitors, and voices are gone, never to be heard again.


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