We took a rambling drive on our way home from Terre Haute today....went over through Illinois and on some back roads there. We came across this little house which was posted with 'no trespassing' signs. Well, I never crossed the fence, but I so wanted to take different angles of the house....
as well as this fence and building. I just always love fences and generally the older the better.
I did lean across the fence to take this photo of the house. And I would have taken some other angles, but the road was slush/ice covered and I did not want to get my feet wet and/or fall and break my camera, not to mention my body.
I would have loved to peak in the windows...it was too dark to see what was inside even with my zoom lens and notice, the roof line is still straight and true...
I wonder what the house would smell like now with the windows gone. Would it still have that smell of a real old house...you know the one I am talking about. Or would it just smell woodsy from all the weather that has blown through the openings.
I also wonder how old the house is...if I knew much about the siding it would give me a clue to the age but I don't know and am not having any luck finding the information I want.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Another Hoosier Homestead...
On one of the few drives we have taken this winter, we came across this Hoosier Homestead..it is north of us. I am not sure which county it is in though. A Hoosier Homestead is one that has been owned by the same family for a hundred years or more.
I would love to know the stories these farms could tell. Imagine living here a hundred years ago in the weather we have been having. I often wonder would I have been strong enough to survive.
I suppose though, if you had never known any different, it would not seem as hard as we think it would be now.
Or even if I were younger, I would not look at it as such hard way to live. I think I have become soft as I age.
I would love to know the stories these farms could tell. Imagine living here a hundred years ago in the weather we have been having. I often wonder would I have been strong enough to survive.
I suppose though, if you had never known any different, it would not seem as hard as we think it would be now.
Or even if I were younger, I would not look at it as such hard way to live. I think I have become soft as I age.
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