This past weekend my Mom and Stepfather came to visit for the Holiday Weekend and while they were here we took a few road trips. Before we started out on one of the trips we decided to drive by one of the houses we lived in while I was growing up. It is in a hollow at the base of a mountain. When we drove by, we hardly recognized the house – so much had been added on and it was even a different style now with all the add ons. So we decided to drive up some of the other little hollows to see if any of the houses of neighbors and friends had changed as well.
Most of the places looked the same, there were a few changes and a few new houses. And many had aged considerably, like this little abandoned house. I could not remember knowing who lived here when I was growing up here. But from the looks of things, it looks like no one has lived here for a while.
The paint was peeling and it was all boarded up.
There were plants starting to grow out of the front stoop. That peeling paint sure did give the door and siding some character though. And to think of all the cool crafty things you could do with that old wood.
The little barn or shed had also seen better days. It had vines coming out from the inside, so there were probably plenty of issues with how sound it was.
And from the side, you could really see how the house was being overtaken by sumac and kudzu vines.
And it had some air conditioning issues where the windows on the side were no longer boarded up. But someone was keeping the grass mowed, so there still might be hope for this little country cottage.
It was interesting to drive by our old house – I know it had been a long time since I had been there and even longer since my Mom had been there. It brought back a lot of childhood memories of friends I hadn’t thought of in ages and places we used to play. It was a great way to start our drive in the country.