Letting My Imagination Picture A Story…..

Driving along the road you sometimes spot a broken down barnor a weather beaten frame house. Sometimes there is evidence of a family who used to live there, old farm equipment, a car on blocks, bent swing set or faded curtains in the windows.

Sometimes there is nothing except the structure and the surrounding land. And the quiet. And I wonder….who used to live there and when? Was it a family? Was it a young couple? Was it a lonely widow? When was it occupied? How long has the house been alone? How much longer will it stand?

Maybe it was a farm family who moved on to a bigger place and more fortunate circumstances. Maybe, on the other hand, it was a family driven out by drought or failing crops or disease. It's kind of a soap opera in my head.

Every time we pass one of these small, old homes I wonder…..who?