“They never tear anything down in our county. They just let things crumble away.”
That was a statement made by my old friend, Viola, a local girl who loved to drive around the county to explore this part of the Shenandoah Valley. And she would point out crumbling barns, rusting gas stations and collapsing homes.
And sure enough, she was right. This area is just a treasure trove of disintegrating buildings. They are in various states of disrepair and every time I see another I imagine people there and I weave stories.
But here is this square little building I see almost every day and still have no idea what it might have been. Perhaps it was a store before because it is not as welcoming as a home, or maybe it was a gas station, or a bank. In the early stages of decay, it still seems so strong and sturdy, but each time I look, something else is crumbling away.
I feel sad about crumbling buildings. They are like people giving up on life, just waiting to be rescued before the end.
Note: Rumor around here is this building was a “weigh station.” There was a quarry nearby and truckswith their loads of rock were driven onto a scale to determine prices. The quarry expanded across the highway and a new weigh station was built. What does this building look like to you?