During the lunch after wards the kids got to hanging out with the Preachers daughter (always trouble right?).
She wanted to show them this old house in town.
So off they went.
Being a small town, and the preachers daughter, we let them go off on their own for a while (15 year old cousin with them, the responsible type).
After they had been gone, well, long enough, I set off to find them.
I met them coming back, at which point this gave them a reason to go back. To show me.
They convinced themselves that at one time it had been part of the underground railway.
And who knows, maybe it had been.
Older cousins of my wife said they had heard the same when they were kids.
The roof line and brick work are, or were, beautiful.
With porches painted white, at one time it most have been one of the nicer homes in this small town.
What a fascinating place! The stories come tumbling in, don't they? And that second house (is that snow?) looks amazing - must be a bit of dosh floating around. You've had problems with preachers' daughters? I thought it was the son of the preacher man one had to keep an eye on? :-)
ReplyDeleteOH, you mean Jimmy Ray, he was a preachers son. But he got a bad rap:)
DeleteLovely house, so sad to see it falling apart. But houses like that need mega$$$$$$$ to keep them standing. I know, because I had one for many years, but it's someone else's problem now.
ReplyDeleteLovely house, so sad to see it falling apart. But houses like that need mega$$$$$$$ to keep them standing. I know, because I had one for many years, but it's someone else's problem now.
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