Weekly Photo Challenge: Split-Second Story
We sat, truck idling, windshield wipers flapping, watching in horror and fascination as the big machine went to take yet another bite of out of our old house.
There it all was.
The expanding road that forced the move, and the remains of our first house. It’s paltry insulation rests among the shingles we put on ourselves. The front door that never closed well enough to lock properly falls out the side as my favorite red shutters fall off the front. The bay window still stands as the remaining peony gets crushed under the mess. An un-grounded kitchen outlet lays exposed as my handmade curtains hide just beyond the window.
That was this morning. Tonight, it’s gone.
Nothing but memories now.
Behind the Willows 
I bet it was painful to watch. I would have wanted to watch the process too.
Like a horrific car accident. Awful and compelling.
That must have been a very sad moment for you, and as Jenny said, painful to watch. But it’s not every day you get to see your house bulldozed right in front of you. I hope you have an equally cosy house to live in 🙂
Our new house is cozier than the old one, it was an upgrade for sure – but still sad to watch it get squished.
I bet that was sad to watch. I had a friend in high school who said watching old buildings getting destroyed like that was calming her. I thought she was a bit odd for that. I hope your new house is even better.
Maybe if it wasn’t my house it would be calming… maybe… Our new house is great – it has an attached greenhouse I can’t complain about that!
Sad! but sometimes we need to destroy the past to start a new future, I hope you are happier now!
True, I’ll try to remember that. The new house is great, but there are many things about the old property that I miss.
That must have been painful. I hope this new place compensates for all that was lost. 🙂
Most of the time. Right now a GIANT heirloom rose bush is loaded in buds – that’ll help! 🙂
feeling sad –
Us too.
To the DOT, a house. A dollar amount, a step in a bigger project.
To drivers-by, a house. Possibly a fascination or momentary noticing.
To friends and family, an acknowledged loss, and also a recognized new, wonderful (luckily, finally!) beginning.
To you, I imagine, such a physical loss of all that has been your family. You lived there from marriage on, you introduced 3 babes to life there, you developed farming and keeping that was your own, your only Dane was with you there… And, the destruction of a home is not something your family has practiced. Did you just celebrate 100 years of homestead in Pewaukee? AND, you drive by it daily, if not more! Which, I think, for at least while, will pull at any delicate scab your heart may try to form. This formal destruction of a place soooo enveloped with your adult-being makes it an exponential loss.
My heart hurts for you, my memories full.
Thanks Katie. And thanks again for saving me yesterday with Culvers, Cake and Chocolate!
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