I always want to see them after they have been renovated. The results are usually staggering. My late husband and myself were out driving around the countryside and came across a dilapidated old Lodge which was the main Lodge to Hanley court Worcestershire England.. We bought it at auction and had it renovated. When my husband became ill we had to sell it. I so loved that place !
I still love to see these dilapidated places and try to imagine how they once looked.
If walls could talk, what stories would they tell of those who lived there? Would they speak of love, happiness, anger, sadness? What’s left behind is very sad, indeed. Lovely photos, Dor.
Sometimes I get “profound” over old weather beaten things and reminded that each lifetime seems all important to the living. The old weathered things are really messages leftover from those lives aren’t they?
Don’t know why but every time I see houses or old stores or other buildings from yesteryear that are all closed up, boarded up, and slowly becoming dilapidated, it makes me so sad. Often on our jaunts through our countryside, we drive past an abandoned old farmhouse and barn and I always seem drawn to it wondering where its family has gone. A couple of years ago, some tattered lace curtains were blowing out a broken second story window when I drove by (and of course, I didn’t have my camera with me – darn) So lonely and melancholy looking.
Many a foot have walked through that door as I look on at the old worn step. Opening and stepping through the door can bring another whole list of wonders ~
You scared me; I thought you were closing your blog! So glad you’re not. I’ve lost four of my favorite bloggers in the last few months and I don’t want any others to hang it up!
That’s sad. When I see dilapidated houses I think about it being someone’s dream home at one time.
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Love these!
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Ditto Patti!
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What is it about shabby things like this that are so intriguing, though we would never want our own place to look like it. 🙂
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Why does this touch me so?
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Sad.
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I always want to see them after they have been renovated. The results are usually staggering. My late husband and myself were out driving around the countryside and came across a dilapidated old Lodge which was the main Lodge to Hanley court Worcestershire England.. We bought it at auction and had it renovated. When my husband became ill we had to sell it. I so loved that place !
I still love to see these dilapidated places and try to imagine how they once looked.
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Rita I think it is wonderful that you were “into” renovations. I am sure that old Lodge would have been stunning when you got through with it.
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I think it touches you because you have a big heart for human interest stories of the past.
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I think it’s the who and the why that get to us about shabby neglected things that once held life.
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Maybe so, but it was your beautifully written caption that struck me so. And the beat goes on in life, doesn’t it?
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If walls could talk, what stories would they tell of those who lived there? Would they speak of love, happiness, anger, sadness? What’s left behind is very sad, indeed. Lovely photos, Dor.
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Sometimes I get “profound” over old weather beaten things and reminded that each lifetime seems all important to the living. The old weathered things are really messages leftover from those lives aren’t they?
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There is an author who writes many stories of the lives and loves of various people in various eras – all who lived in the same house. Great idea.
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Don’t know why but every time I see houses or old stores or other buildings from yesteryear that are all closed up, boarded up, and slowly becoming dilapidated, it makes me so sad. Often on our jaunts through our countryside, we drive past an abandoned old farmhouse and barn and I always seem drawn to it wondering where its family has gone. A couple of years ago, some tattered lace curtains were blowing out a broken second story window when I drove by (and of course, I didn’t have my camera with me – darn) So lonely and melancholy looking.
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Wow! I love the idea of the tattered lace curtains blowing out of that old window. I too get that feeling of sadness over abandoned old structures.
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Many a foot have walked through that door as I look on at the old worn step. Opening and stepping through the door can bring another whole list of wonders ~
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That is poetic thinking Mary. I have a feeling you have that talent too! 🙂
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No, I just hang around all you writers and am influenced by your incredible weaving tales with words.
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And I hang around you artists and am influenced by your incredible perceptions without words. 🙂
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You are good, really good!
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🙂 🙂
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You scared me; I thought you were closing your blog! So glad you’re not. I’ve lost four of my favorite bloggers in the last few months and I don’t want any others to hang it up!
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Ooooh! I never thought about the title indicat!ing anything related to the blog itself. Sorry Ronnie
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