Sunday, January 17, 2010

The Good Old Days



Within a few miles of modern,
out on the little dirt roads in the country,
there are houses long abandoned,
their owners dead, and all descendants scattered.


So many were the children used to live here: early morning chores, late night lessons--lots of noise and joys and bustle.
Hard life.
But productive.
They're all gone now.
Someone works the land and keeps the harvests;
Nobody wants the houses anymore.
Just a few small, wild creatures use the shelter.

Last fall, my son Elijah and his girl, Marie, went walking near this old house. They took pictures of the building, the silence, and an old boot on the floor.

I loved their shots.
When I saw the boot it reminded me of a footprint on the moon.











Our Sunday Scribblings prompt was "the good old days".

9 comments:

  1. Very nostalgic. I wonder what stories the boot could tell?

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  2. This is great! I wonder where their descendants are now.

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  3. This is a delightful post. Nostalgic, yes, but somehow incredibly sad.

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  4. Ah. Impermanence. Thanks for sharing.

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  5. That place, that boot could certainly tell some stories

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  6. incredibly heart breaking!
    but honest to the core!

    Good Ol' Days'

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  7. I love these pics, both the old and the new. One of the things I like best on vacation is to take pictures of decaying buildings along the way. I like to explore them, too, but my husband gets nervous when I do that, so I have to content myself with the photos.

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  8. I love the pictures and your writing style. I was enjoying the post and then got to that last line and wow!

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