Friday, April 24, 2009
Right before Easter, when my cousin died, I got a chance to talk to some relatives I hadn't spoken to in forever. They gave me some family history I didn't know. They told me that they grew up on the land right beside ours in a house. Only it wasn't the house I thought, it was further back, way off the road.
So, me and my husband got on the four-wheeler one day in search of it. It's not too far from our house. Further than I'd want to walk, but a short ride away. The house is in these trees. I would have never know, it's so well-hidden.
It was in fairly good condition to be about 100 years old and abandoned. I really thought the roof would have fallen in on it, but it still stood. I love old houses like this one. it brings back memories of my childhood. I had an aunt whose house was similar to this one. I had such fun there!