Decline and Fall
It has been leaving this world for some time now. More decay than repair, more neglect than attention and entropy always moving towards disorder, the old homeplace we pass is passing, dust to dust, to termite and mold.
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It has been leaving this world for some time now. More decay than repair, more neglect than attention and entropy always moving towards disorder, the old homeplace we pass is passing, dust to dust, to termite and mold.
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Looks like a mighty fine setting for a home thought.
Posted by: pablo | April 19, 2006 6:29 AM
BEAUTIFUL. I LOVE OLD HOUSES, ESPECIALLY IN THE COUNTRY SETTING. THANKS FOR THE PHOTO.
MARK
Posted by: MARK | April 19, 2006 8:29 AM
Hi Fred,
Colleen introduced me to your "Where I'm From" template. I wrote a poem at
Carol's Where I'm From
Others that did the poem from my site are:
Kai
Pearl
Barbara
I wasn't able to add this comment to your original post in February. Hope you make it to 100!
Posted by: Carol | April 19, 2006 12:03 PM
Your RSS feeds are almost as ancient as this house. I was loading a new aggregator this morning and your feeds stop at 12/14/05.
Problemo? ;^)
BTW- love the left hand header pix...it's oddly futuristic, crafty-retro and Googie simultaneously.
Posted by: BJ | April 19, 2006 12:37 PM
It seems the more it decays, the more it begs the questions of how old is it, who lived here, and what are the stories it can tell.
I can't see getting the same picturesque, nostalgic feelings from a house that uses new materials - plastic siding, etc. rather than the wood and tin.
Posted by: Jim | April 19, 2006 1:48 PM
Boy do I know how that old place feels. Termite and mold indeed.
Posted by: fredR | April 19, 2006 5:12 PM
Remember the song "This Old House?
"This old house once knew my children. This old house once knew my wife.
This old house was home and comfort as we fought the storms of life.
This old house once rang with laughter. This old house heard many shouts.
Now she trembles in the darkness when the lightning walks about.
CHORUS:
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer, ain't a-gonna need this house no more.
Ain't got time to fix the shingles, ain't got time to fix the floor.
Ain't got time to oil the hinges or to mend the window pane,
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer I'm getting ready to meet the saints
http://www.pine-net.com/babcocksstore/thisold.htm
Posted by: Chancy | April 20, 2006 11:02 PM
Oh my, that sure brought back memories. Can't you hear ol' Tennessee Ernie singing that now?! Thanks Chancy taking me back to my growing up years.
Posted by: Deb | April 21, 2006 7:53 AM
What I wouldn't give to have a place like that - old and decaying or not...!
Posted by: Michelle | April 22, 2006 6:05 AM