I don’t know if it is the route I am taking through Georgia or if it is something else. I keep seeing these old abandoned houses, once beautiful and full of life but now empty, abandoned and left to deteriorate. This one caught my attention and in my minds eye I imagined what the family that lived there once upon a time must have been like. Perhaps a hard working farmer proud to earn a wage and support his wife and children. Or maybe an elderly woman with a house full of grandchildren. It looks like it would have been an ideal place for kids. Big fields to run in, trees to climb, and I imagine a big front porch to retreat from the hot sun and sit sipping lemonade while reliving the day’s adventures.
Looking at this house today makes me smile, imagining a simpler time.