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I’ll Miss Seeing That Old House

It’s so cold outside! Our wind-chill at the time of this writing at approximately 5:00 p.m. on Friday is -1 degree. It’s so cold here that my Chihuahua isn’t even giving me any grief for putting his little coat on him before he goes outside for doggy his business.

I hope you’re all staying warm and keeping your homes as comfortable as possible. Please remember to drip your water and make sure your foundation vents are closed if you have them.

I returned from picking up my medicine from the pharmacy a few minutes ago, and I’m happy to say the roads are clear at the moment. The only patchy ice I encountered was in my neighborhood. Of course, my neighborhood usually has the worst roads I traverse. Thankfully, it’s a small subdivision.

Even though my errand was incident free, I saw something that made me sad. I love old buildings with lots of character, and there was an early twentieth century white two-story house with matching detached garage I’ve enjoyed seeing on my daily commute since I moved to this community sixteen years ago. I’ve never been inside the house, but I enjoyed seeing it sitting on the corner where it has stood guard for at least one hundred years.

I could tell it wasn’t in the best condition. The external walls were gapping in places, giving tiny peeks at the interior. One of the windows was permanently open, making me think of old-time summer breezes. The cellar door was on the verge caving in. The house may have been in bad shape, but it had charm — at least in my eyes.

I noticed a bulldozer parked in the spot where a few days before the garage kept watch over the street, listing to one side. From the string around the house, I knew it was next to be razed. However, my heart still mourned the demolition when I drove by on my way to the pharmacy and found the house gone, too.

I’m sure the house and garage were torn down because they would have been so expensive to restore to their former glory, they were unsafe, or both. I’m confident that something wonderful will be built in their place. It may be a new home or perhaps a little business. Or, it could just be left a sad, vacant lot on a busy street corner.

I’m just a commuter who passes by old, wonderful buildings and imagines what they were like in their heyday. I wonder about the people who were once proud of them. I wouldn’t have the money to buy and fix them up even if they were for sale. So, I drive by and look, just look and imagine.

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