Tuesday, February 16, 2010

The House

Once upon a time, in a place across the creek, there lived a quiet, beautiful old house with so many personalities that Chesapeake Bay Woman could hardly go a day without taking its picture.

Some days, the mood would be eerily quiet, mystical and serene:





Other days were cheerful and content, even with an inordinate amount of snow. The house hadn't seen this much snow in decades, and she was quite content to be out in it all. What a change of pace from the ordinary winters:





Ms. House's favorite part of each day was sunset, because no two were ever the same. The setting sun seemed to like her too:




Then one day Chesapeake Bay Woman heard some clanking and some noise coming from across the creek, and she saw this:




And this:


After taking Ms. House for granted all these many years, Chesapeake Bay Woman was grateful that every now and then she'd snapped the odd photo of Ms. House, because who knew she was slated for demolition.

The End.

Epilogue: This house is a metaphor for anyone in life we may take for granted. One minute they're there, and then--poof--gone.

The post was not intended to question or judge the property owners, more it is a lamenting of something I just assumed would be around forever.

22 comments:

Laurie said...

Awww! I'm sad!! Old houses and old trees ....there's something very special about both. When they are torn down or cut down, I just want to cry ...

Kate said...

What a shame it's being taken down, since it looked like it was a nice house. But I know from experience, the way a house looks from the outside can cover a multitude of problems on the inside. Or vice versa. I suppose the same could be said for people!

Pueblo girl said...

"A metaphor for anyone", or anything. Yesterday I went wlaking in what used to be my favourite valley around here - until the authorities turned it into a corridor of pylons. And no, I don't have any photos of what it was like before.

ghostless said...

I use to drive down a road in Richmond that had a beautiful hollywood style art deco manison. Only one around as art deco does not suit the "gentle southern image" Never took a photo of it. Loved that house, as I love art deco. I drove by last year and it had been bricked over, the domed entrance and pillars torn down, and it looked like every other colonial house on the block. As you said, it's the owner's judgement not mine to critize, but what a loss!

Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades. said...

you are so right cbw-you just never know.
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Ann Marie said...

While not judging in anyway... I shed a tear for Ms House....
Wanna know another one I took for granted.. the great old house that sat beside the high school. It left before I came back and not a picture to be found of it do I have.

WV imsesh.... imsesh things when they aren't here anymore...

Anonymous said...

We lived in that house when we were building our house so when I heard a racket this week I went for a walk and saw that. What a shame.

Anon. Hallieford Resident.

Annie said...

Lovely place, lovely photos... what would worry me is why are they pulling it down and what will go up in its place instead?

Mathews Mark said...

We skied by that house many times. What did they do knock it down and put a double wide up? Figure's MM

Jamie said...

a very apt blog for me this morning... not about a house but a horse. My mom and I drove her horse to Leesburg last night as he is pretty sick. Our vet was optimistic he would be fine once he was in a place with the resources to treat him. The outlook is not good and he will most likely need to be put down. Not something we thought would happen... anywho, prayers and good vibes appreciated, sorry to be a downer this morning, but like the house, we thought the horse would be around forever (he's only 10)

ghostless said...

Jamie, you have my heart felt sympathy. I have been in your shoes more times than I care to count. Each time it is still as difficult as if it is the very first time. I prayer for a good recovery, if not a peaceful passing. I once read a saying that we surround ourselves with those whose circle of life is shorter than ours, but our love for them will continue, and we will continue to add those with shorter cirles to our lives, because...that is what our love tells us to do. Blessings, Maureen

Mental P Mama said...

Oh no! Mathews is having the teardowns now...the world will not be the same.

Breezeway said...

Jamie - so sad for you. Never an easy thing,my horses are like my dogs,every bit as much a part of the family as the humans.
CBW - awesome post!I love old houses! And while I realize that sometimes you have to move on and replace things regardless of the sentimental value, this hits such a nerve with me. Current family feud is the desired destruction of and rebuilding of our cottage on Gwynns Island. Can't get my heart around that one.

Lorac said...

Words to live by for sure!

Meg at the Members Lounge said...

You'll have to keep us posted on what goes up in it's place. Hopefully not the dreaded trophy house.

Jamie said...

I heard they were tearing down the old Stamper's Store on the corner of Stamper's Bay Rd. It's just a run down beat up shack, but it's my landmark to turn. I guess as long as Doc Jones doesn't disappear I'll be OK. :)

Grandma J said...

I was thinking how nice it would be to live in that house! Now I feel like I was robbed of living out my final years on the water across from the CB family.

Why did they tear it down?

let's go over there at blog fest and look for lost treasures.

Meg @ Soup Is Not A Finger Food said...

Teardowns have really changed the complexion of many neighborhoods in the DC area. Hopefully they don't put up something too gaudy. And even if they do, hopefully they are nice people and will invite you over for a tour and some wine...

Daryl said...

Oh .. that is sad .. I wonder what will go in its place .. I hope its not ultra modern

Country Girl said...

This is the way of the world. The way things are . . . sad to say.

ro said...

This post has just made me very sad. Why is it that old means worthless and must be torn down and thrown away.

foolery said...

That was a shock in photos, I can only imagine what a shock it must have been in person. And I agree with those before me who hope for something lovely and tasteful as before, not a McMansion.