Grandpap's House: Part Two


Last September, “they” (I don’t know who “they” are…someone hired by the current owner) started tearing down my grandfather’s house. I blogged about it at the time, expecting that the house would be gone by winter. Wrong. They made it this far and quit.

As if being neglected for all those years wasn’t insult enough, they ripped off half her roof and left her wide open, naked to the elements.

I prefer to remember the house I spent much of my youth in like this.

And I have a nice collection of even older pictures of the house in its heyday.
 The picture below is my mom and my great grandma feeding the chickens out back.

And a shot of the inside. That's my older brother by the tree.

The house will definitely live on for me. I’ve used it as the home for two of my protagonists. If I keep writing about it, I’ll never completely lose it.

But in reality, the demolition crew has returned. They removed a big chunk of the house this weekend. Now it looks like this.

By the way, this is my view from my kitchen door. Nice, huh?

I wish they’d get it over with. Tear it down to the ground and move on. Maybe I could have some sort of memorial service for the old girl. But this way, the humiliation just goes on.

I hope they don’t leave it sit like this for six more months before they come back again…

Comments

Fantastic photos. Really gives a feel of a bygone era.
Annette said…
Thanks, Cheryl.

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