Thursday, July 30, 2009


This was the house where my grandmother was born and spent her entire childhood. I just found out last night that it burned to the ground back in April. I'm sorry to see it's gone; her family built back in the 19th century and it was an old but beautiful place.


Charlene said...

Sad. Last summer we drove to my husband's grandparents' old farm and there was nothing left but an empty lot; buildings had been completely removed.

nightsmusic said...

I'm so sorry. It's very hard to see something like that suddenly gone.

I think it's the destruction that would bother me more than anything. I grew up in a little house, not much bigger than 12' X 12' (at least it seemed that way, more like 12' X 24') and when my father died, I had the house taken down and rebuilt. For me, it was being able to stay on the property, not in the original house.

And it was my choice. I'm okay with it. I don't think I would be if I lost it to something like a fire or other disaster though. Then it's not your choice. It's taken from you. There's a big difference.

Dawn Montgomery said...

*hugs* Oh hon, I'm so sorry.

Lynn Viehl said...

Thanks, guys. I'd hoped to buy the house back from the current owners some day (my uncle sold it when I was a kid) but it was not to be.

The hardest part to accept is to lose yet another piece of grandma's history. So much of it has vanished in the 26 years since her death; I wonder what will happen to the little bits of her life that I have left after I go.

nightsmusic said...

Impress on your kids now how very important family history is and hopefully they'll carry through with that when they're your age. I work on that with my girls every time the opportunity arises.

Can't really do any more than that unless you bury a time capsule.