Stories we will never know…
Most of us nowadays will never know the work that must go into building a home with our own two hands. The effort that goes into cutting each board, laying each floor panel, and the sense of accomplishment that must come from providing shelter for the ones you love. When this place was completed, I imagine its family must’ve been quite proud.
Looking at it today, the rusted roof, collapsing porch, and decaying boards tell a story of a home that has become obsolete and without purpose. But if you can manage to look past the obvious scars on the exterior of this place, the small but very simple details in this board & batten style home paint a different picture of someone who took great pride in their craftsmanship and living space. I wonder who they were and where they came from; what they did for a living and why the left.
I am not sure why this place wasn’t restored or where its family went. I don’t know how long it’s sat here abandoned or how much longer it has. Without someone who can share its stories, I will never know what it must’ve been like to watch the trains pass from the top window or how many memories were made passing time on the porch. But I can be grateful to have the chance to glance upon this piece of the past, for a little bit longer.
[Bradford County, Florida c. late 1800’s]