Friday, May 19, 2017
Ah, imagination, it's a good thing.
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.