Mysteries

There is this house here in town, empty and cold. I have been in love with it since the first week I moved here nearly 10 years ago. It sparked my interest and my deep rooted love of all things with a story. It's been for sale this entire time as well. Cursed to be zoned commercial because it is smack dab in the middle of shopping and drive-thru eateries. I have never stepped foot in it. There is a wrought iron gate in front of it with a brick wall. Finally, I got the closest I ever had a couple weeks ago to take this picture. Through the bars of the tattered iron gate. The house itself is in disrepair but oh how I would love to get ahold of it. I am not sure what I would do. It sits on about 22 acres. This house, is forced to be a home to a business. I wonder why it has not sold.



Anyone who knows me well,knows I am a sucker for old buildings. I love everything about them. Their architecture.. the care put into the details. The strength they have to remain standing. The in depth history of what the walls have seen and heard. Whose feet have stepped inside? What emotions have dwelled within? The secrets. The stories I will never know.


I can not find any solid facts on this house. My sister in law who ironically lived here when her father was in the army... and her family holds their roots here. Says that it was at one time, the whole area a plantation. She is half African American and according to her, she says her great great grandmother was a "worker" there... aka ... slave. I have no grounds to believe this is true yet I have no reason to doubt.


This area is so extremely rich in history and emotion. Long drawn out legends of war and scandal. Of riches and deceit. This house calls out to me and I long to step inside. To touch it's walls and let the air absorb into my curious being. To climb it's stairs and picture the events that occured. Were there parties? Were there kids running through? Were there lovers? I will never truly know and I guess that is part of the appeal.


History is one of my major weaknesses. Get me going on old things and I get really excited. Must be a bit odd to be me. Eh, either that... or my soul is entirely too old for it's good and desires to be in touch with familiarity.