I posted about the Barnrock Road project some time ago. I’m not against progress, and the road will be safer, but my nature is to be change resistant. I went to say goodbye to this house today. I’ve always loved this house…Granny Bott’s house…and I’ve imagined when it was new. It had a beautiful lilac bush by the road. True, the curve was so sharp that it was dangerous to pick the flowers, but many have done so anyway.
Here is the road construction site and a picture of the old house from a few weeks back. There are more posted here. It had an extraordinary charm about it.
Here’s the house today. Today was its very last day.
It hurt to watch this…
The workers looked on. For that moment, I think we were all thinking the same thing…a pause to consider the hands that built this house…raised babies in this house…sat down to dinner in this house.
The sign reflected my thoughts. I wanted to say STOP or SLOW DOWN. I did not do anything but take pictures.
This fella smiled when I pointed the camera at him…he’ll never know he’s in Blogland.
And then I left…in the funeral procession. I was in the midst of the equipment. Looking ahead through my windshield….
Looking behind in my rearview…right in the thick of it.
I returned about three hours later…it’s gone.
I thought of a song….
Are you lonesome tonight,
Do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a brighter summer day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?
Do the chairs in your parlor seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there?
Is your heart filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?