It was nearly six years ago that I wrote these words:
“An abandoned house is a sad site to see. Do you ever wonder about the joyful events and the sad ones that took place inside that house? What of the people who called it home? In thinking those thoughts, the haiku came to me first in English, and shortly after in Spanish.“
A very short way from here is where the family lived that gave their name to our road. The house is gone now, but I captured this image while it was still standing.
That image inspired these words:
The house is empty,
I hear only the echoes,
Of what used to be.
I hear only the echoes,
Of what used to be.
Casa Vacía,
Suena solo el eco,
De lo que era.
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Oh! I always wonder what happened inside those old walls. And you even know who lived there (the Bliss’ I guess). Somewhere I have a picture of the small house my dad was born in, but it’s long gone now, and it was falling down when I took the picture.
Indeed, that was there name. I have a picture (not very good) of the log house where my maternal grandfather was born. It is long since gone.
Those old houses like that do leave you wondering. It’s such a shame when buildings are left abandoned.
Yes, they do. :uh:
It’s beautiful—both the well-loved house and the haiku. Don’t you wonder who lived there?
As to that house, I know who lived there 50+ years ago. Some of my neighbors knew them, but they have different versions of the story.
I always wonder about the history of abandoned houses. Who lived there, what events took place, etc. Sometimes a blemish on a wall, ceiling or floor hints at something, but what’s behind that blemish?
Hey Chuck!!! I recognize that house. I have the picture and poem that you wrote. We almost built our home on that property. That neighborhood is so peaceful and quiet. Thanks for sharing,
Bonnie
I knew you’d know the place. By building where you did, you can have a clean car thanks to the paved road. I prefer the quiet of this one–even if I’ll never have a clean again. :cloud9: