June 23, 2003

Dust to Dust

Image copyright Fred First
Annie, here's your door.

I stopped by the old house this morning on the way to town. I've been saying every time we pass "It won't be here much longer". I was relieved to find it still standing this morning so I could take its picture. I had to shoo a half dozen cows away from the front porch, and they resisted moving out of the half shade to the sunny side of the old place.

Ann wanted-- really wanted-- the upstairs door to use in our farmhouse, back when we began restoring it. You can't really make that door out very well here, but it is a work of art, crafted, it appears, from chestnut, with stained glass panels. She snooped around, asked at the feed-&-seed, and found out who owned the house... an elderly gentleman who, like so many country farm children, didn't move far from the old homeplace, into a brick rancher just up the hill from where he was born and raised and his parents died.

He can't afford to keep the old house from decay, but he also can't bear to part with it. Even the front door. Believe me, he's had at least one empassioned offer to buy it. Soon, the beautiful door will crumble along with the gingerbread trim and double porches, and the old man and his memories will pass, and the memories of those who stood arm in arm on the old upstairs porch will go to dust.

Posted by fred1st at June 23, 2003 04:02 PM | TrackBack
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What a shame. Wish I knew what happened to the stained glass windows at my grandparent's place. I hope that whoever took them really appreciated what they got. The rest of the house fell down.

Posted by: Cop Car at June 24, 2003 09:22 PM

i too have passed this house and would love to make a heartfelt offer. i love its ramshackle falling and dream of hauling that olden wood away for the home jo and i will build together one day soon.

Posted by: Hope at June 26, 2003 09:39 AM

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