This old house lives in an area known as Blakes.
It sits just off of Route 198 near the intersection with Route 626, Hallieford Road.
|(These photos may or may not have been taken from a moving vehicle.)|
The aging building below
is nearby. There used to be a dead school bus in the thicket adjacent to this building, however I haven't seen it in a long time. For all I know the bus is still there, and the thicket which has grown even thicker has completely consumed it.
My father knows what this place used to be--and I should know because I've heard him talk about it.
However, as I write this the hour is late and the day has been long.
Questions about the particulars of these places can be answered another day. (Or in the Comments if you happen to know the answer.)
For now since it's Thursday, if you feel like sharing Three Things, please do.
My three things are:
1. I'll be relieved when today is over with, thanks to an hour-long presentation this introvert must give at work. Believe it or not, I am using the crab hat as a prop. My boss couldn't believe it when asked, but after I explained its purpose in relation to the topic, he not only gave me the green light, he gave me props for creativity.
2. Saturday will be a good--nay, great--day spent with great friends.
3. For the life of me I do not understand why I continue to use the word nay.
4. (Because 3 is only a suggestion.) Friday night Chesapeake Bay Daughter and I will be working the dinner shift at the Courthouse Restaurant in Gloucester to raise money for her 8th grade trip. If you're local to the area and are in the mood for a spaghetti dinner, stop on by.
Feel free to leave your thoughts (three, four, however many) in the Comments section. When I return home from the grueling day that will be tomorrow, I will be thrilled to read them. If you can incorporate the almost extinct word "nay" (which dates to the 13th century, just like CBW's cell phone) into the mix, all the better.
Thanks in advance.