tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post3865817147694478182..comments2024-03-16T10:37:09.839-04:00Comments on Life in Mathews: Interpret This PhotographChesapeake Bay Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-26750009734143886912008-12-26T11:11:00.000-05:002008-12-26T11:11:00.000-05:00With the sun shining on this window, it makes you ...With the sun shining on this window, it makes you think there are still signs of life in a house that is crumbled from decay. There were once eyes looking out of that window. There was life inside and Christmas trees and family. If this window could talk, it would tell you some fascinating stories. This house could be renovated and be beautiful with lots more stories to tell. It would tell you now about a life that was much simpler in time, before internet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-52552328029791347972008-12-19T09:03:00.000-05:002008-12-19T09:03:00.000-05:00Mouse hotel, kitty cat grocery store, raccoon roos...Mouse hotel, kitty cat grocery store, raccoon roost, ground hog hide away, vulture nest and snake shack. Just keeping it real! I love old buildings too. When ever I see one I want to fix it up and live in it, I'm weird.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-54617988832176051082008-12-18T17:14:00.000-05:002008-12-18T17:14:00.000-05:00How'd you know I wear glasses?(broken window pane ...How'd you know I wear glasses?<BR/>(broken window pane simile...or what ever that's called)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-14137808690345798582008-12-18T14:43:00.000-05:002008-12-18T14:43:00.000-05:00Remember, there were no right or wrong answers. I...Remember, there were no right or wrong answers. I loved each and every comment, truly.<BR/><BR/>If pressed to pick only one, I can't. So, I will tell you several of my favorites.<BR/><BR/>1. Native Devil's will be the most memorable for me and the most meaningful.<BR/><BR/>2. Anne Marie wins for best historical accuracy.<BR/><BR/>3. BHE and Second Anonymous Comment win for putting a human touch (one female, the other male) to the building. I happen to also believe that Anonymous is also talking about himself when he talks about the building, but that's just my interpretation of his interpretation...<BR/><BR/>4. All the others win for making me laugh, think, revisit the picture or smile. Anonymous Mathews Native made me laugh out loud with her pee vs. peer dilemma.<BR/><BR/>Everyone's a winner. Thank you all for participating.Chesapeake Bay Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-1888307330313197362008-12-18T12:11:00.000-05:002008-12-18T12:11:00.000-05:00Don't know about the rest of you, but I'm starting...Don't know about the rest of you, but I'm starting to think CBW might have been pulling our leg - Is there really a prize or is she just making stuff up?<BR/><BR/><BR/>shhh, don't tell CBW....would have written a comment anyway just to look at more pictures :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-53816863565115004942008-12-17T21:44:00.000-05:002008-12-17T21:44:00.000-05:00Without reading the other comments first (because ...Without reading the other comments first (because damn girl I would shit myself if I got 20 comments on any post!), the one thing that jumped out at me was the cockeyed pane of glass all askew inside the wooden window frame. And that's partly because there's a house at the top of our street that burned recently and the windows got boarded up, and gradually, all the glass panes disappeared, and it's been bugging me whenever I drive by that house.<BR/><BR/>PS, look over there --> for your vacation. You're welcome.Meg McCormickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01226110990838922422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-74474503102308062552008-12-17T21:42:00.000-05:002008-12-17T21:42:00.000-05:00Ann Marie - I do have to say, that is one fine sto...Ann Marie - I do have to say, that is one fine story - thank you so much.Chesapeake Bay Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-34614480460452051072008-12-17T21:39:00.000-05:002008-12-17T21:39:00.000-05:00OK, no fair. Now I can't limit my favorites to 3....OK, no fair. Now I can't limit my favorites to 3. <BR/><BR/>Everyone has done an exceptional job of making me either laugh, think, or both. Two of you almost made me cry....(those 2 were in my original 3 favorites and may still make it to the finals). Many of you saw things I did not originally, and some of you had very creative stories! We are quite the think tank here.<BR/><BR/>Bravo to you all and thank you for contributing, even if one of you did think about somebody peeing instead of peering out of the window. (Glad you're feeling better, AMNRITSOR! Please send me some more stories.)<BR/><BR/>All of your interpretations are wonderful. Thanks again.Chesapeake Bay Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-64166114829035322962008-12-17T21:27:00.000-05:002008-12-17T21:27:00.000-05:00To me, it looks wrecked and torn up. Alot like my...To me, it looks wrecked and torn up. Alot like my guts after eating a few weeks of holiday junk. I'm in dire need of an apple and a salad.<BR/><BR/>What can I say? I'm not that deep ;) LOL!<BR/>XO<BR/>Bellabellalatelyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14847523606814683525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-307554687735631912008-12-17T20:57:00.000-05:002008-12-17T20:57:00.000-05:00It has been a while .. quite a long while since I ...It has been a while .. quite a long while since I have seen this little building.. as I drive my car into town, yes back then New Point was a real live town, with a school, and stores, and post offices and neighbors who lent a helping hand whenever it was needed. Times have changed and the place has changed. I see change in this little building.. the weathered boards and missing glass panes are not what I see when I close my eyes.. <BR/>Mrs Hazel Winder is standing in front of our little class room, it is early morning and many of us would have gladly been at the docks hauling fish or at the lot mending sain... but alas our parents wanted better for us than they had seen so here we sat. Mrs Winder asks... " Does anyone need anything from store before we start our lessons?" The typical hands rose quickly and Little Miss Martha Ann was quick to say.. "I need Luden's Cherry Cough Drops to make it through the day" a couple other friends raised their hands and Mrs Winder picked me that day to collect the dimes and pennies and to walk across the lot to the store. I walk in the little store, and I am kindly greated by Mr Charlie Brooks "Hello there young man how can I help you today? Need more cough drops for class?" I nod my head with a quick reply slightly embarrassed by the hair cut I had gotten the afternoon before right next door by Herbert Smith.. I don't know why daddy keeps taking me back there.. i could have done better with Grannies Hedge Clippers. As Mr. Brooks gathers up the items on the list I had walked over with I admire the penny candy in the jars and wish I had a couple more cents on me for just a piece or two.. but I only had the 5 cents for my cough drops for the day.. I gather my wares and I head back to my little class room for the lessons of the day... <BR/><BR/>I open my eyes and I see my weather hands.. much like this little building we have seen so many days and people come and go but we are both still here with memories and stories left to tell...Ann Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-53701367165693674822008-12-17T20:19:00.000-05:002008-12-17T20:19:00.000-05:00Tho I like the photo, when asked to interpret it's...Tho I like the photo, when asked to interpret it's meaning...it makes me feel tired, really tired, cos it reminds me of a house that we bought when I had three small children under 5 including a small baby, that kind of looked similar...far too much work needed to do it up, but we did, and we lived in it, even though it was leaning over! Underneath the house when we bought it was a stack of bottles..mainly beer bottles up to the floorboards...and every window pane was broken like this one!!! The End. <BR/><BR/>Annie, who has been away on a holiday with the family, eight grandkids under eight..includes 3 2yr olds and 2 4yr olds! oh and a 6 month cutie pie baby...well they are all cutie pies actually!Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10698343129217681652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-56007452420587859632008-12-17T19:43:00.000-05:002008-12-17T19:43:00.000-05:00Good Heavens AMNRITSOR, any person with couth woul...Good Heavens AMNRITSOR, any person with couth would NEVER pee out of the front or side windows. They would go to the back of the house.....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-5769197258753918102008-12-17T18:58:00.000-05:002008-12-17T18:58:00.000-05:00I must be tired, because I have no interpretation ...I must be tired, because I have no interpretation of this photo to share, only this -- I had to read BHE's comment 4 times, because each time this is what I saw:<BR/><BR/> "I see a window, out of which someone's great-great-grandmother used to pee"<BR/><BR/>NO, WAIT, that can't be right! and of course, finally, it wasn't <BR/><BR/>SHE PEERED -- peered, yes that makes more sense. Because of course PEERING and making bread dough are more compatible activities...<BR/><BR/>Sorry I missed my own debut the other day, I was sick and didn't log on. Serves me right!<BR/><BR/>Thanks for all the great comments!<BR/><BR/>AMNRITSOR<BR/>Anonymous Mathews Native<BR/><BR/>(and yes I still do *most* of the wrapping -- my husband has pity on me and helps)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-68645592554740041272008-12-17T18:09:00.000-05:002008-12-17T18:09:00.000-05:00I see an old clapboard house that used to have a h...I see an old clapboard house that used to have a happy family living inside! It's paint is weathered and it's boards are worn, but the love that was shared within the walls has escaped and is out there changing the world.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07874897254332872367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-52382852644108970572008-12-17T17:41:00.000-05:002008-12-17T17:41:00.000-05:00Just ducking in really quickly to say that these a...Just ducking in really quickly to say that these are all great answers, each and every one of them, even those who overslept.<BR/><BR/>Since there are no wrong answers, I can't say one is better than the other, but I will tell you I have 3favorites.<BR/><BR/>I'll be back on later - too much to do around here now. It's not too late to leave your interpretation AND you can leave more than one...otherwise I'll explain my 3 favorites when I return later.<BR/><BR/>-cbwChesapeake Bay Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-6500753991586498592008-12-17T15:22:00.000-05:002008-12-17T15:22:00.000-05:00Time moves on. The window tries to keep time out, ...Time moves on. The window tries to keep time out, but it eventually breaks. The board seems a more lasting device, but it will finally rot and crumble. The paint is left to it's barest point, with most of it chipped, cracked or gone. Only a vague white stain remains.<BR/> The building, like each of us, leaves an impression on this earth for only a short time. The building may last a bit longer, but it too will someday only be a memory. What will be remembered about it, or us?nativedevilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01183997501881428293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-72780786198263228832008-12-17T13:09:00.000-05:002008-12-17T13:09:00.000-05:00He's (the house) deciding if he will return to the...He's (the house) deciding if he will return to the earth from which he came or if some young people will give him a coat of paint and turn him back into a castle again.<BR/><BR/>In spite of the shappy exterior, he still looks pretty strong. Bet it won't take much effort to get him gussied up.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-58055946712888311962008-12-17T12:52:00.000-05:002008-12-17T12:52:00.000-05:00I see shades of gray, light and dark like life. I ...I see shades of gray, light and dark like life. I see that all things no matter how small have beauty even an old house.Yolandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10135944573305009556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-86833203870205058562008-12-17T11:10:00.000-05:002008-12-17T11:10:00.000-05:00Dear CBW,Please remove the photo of my house. Ther...Dear CBW,<BR/>Please remove the photo of my house. There is a reason I covered the window with a board from the INSIDE! I would prefer you (and all your little followers) to go away and LEAVE me in peace. I have my magical Christmas Bells to keep me company. I have enough Fractured Prune doughnuts and Peets coffee stocked for the winter. For one. Now shoo! <BR/>I might consider coming out in the spring if people are less annoying, work is less, well work and life is more along the lines of a fun happy hour with friends as opposed to a trip to the dentist without drugs.<BR/>Sincerely, <BR/>Boarded Up From the Inside Woman<BR/><BR/>PS - email me directly and I'll give you the special knock so you can come have a doughnut. it's almost as good as a vacation!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-72943111354140630742008-12-17T11:08:00.000-05:002008-12-17T11:08:00.000-05:00I hate it when I sleep in. That gives everyone pl...I hate it when I sleep in. That gives everyone plenty of time to take the words right out of my mouth! It's not fair to plagarize my mind when I'm sleeping!<BR/><BR/>I see a weathered building that's been through years of storms and people climbing in and out of that window. It looks like a late afternoon in the fall or winter by the shadows of some baron trees. I can only imagine the shadows in the summer when the trees are abundant with greenery.<BR/><BR/>Said before any coffee.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16036374022323687122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-67805459057413695512008-12-17T10:32:00.000-05:002008-12-17T10:32:00.000-05:00There is more color there if you look for it. In t...There is more color there if you look for it. In the unpainted wood, shades of grey, blue and brown.<BR/><BR/>What is the rusted pipe on the left corner? A drain line or where the power use to come in?<BR/><BR/>Is the top half of the window broken out too? The bottom half has two panes, where the top is not divided.Cool Breezehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07162581642366914196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-63482507695583853002008-12-17T10:28:00.000-05:002008-12-17T10:28:00.000-05:00I am that house. And that vine, my new hairs. Got...I am that house. And that vine, my new hairs. Got anything to drink?Mental P Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05957544840704376193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-30192006244744155962008-12-17T09:07:00.000-05:002008-12-17T09:07:00.000-05:00I see a window, out of which someone's great-great...I see a window, out of which someone's great-great-grandmother used to peer. She watched for her family to return on foot from school or from the fields, or for company to arrive. While keeping an eye out, she skillfully pounded bread dough, and prepared the next meal. She kept the fire stoked in the winter, and the windows open in the summer. This woman was the soul of this home. When she died, the place she loved so dearly died along with her. The End.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-77039454356015558922008-12-17T07:25:00.000-05:002008-12-17T07:25:00.000-05:00It was the best of times, it was the worst of time...It was the best of times, it was the worst of times......black goop was coming out of the ground....they heard that Kaliforny was the place to be, so the loaded up the truck to Bevv-er-lee.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-76609676907473508162008-12-17T06:12:00.000-05:002008-12-17T06:12:00.000-05:00For somebody who says she can not think coherently...For somebody who says she can not think coherently, you have done a masterful job of interpreting that picture.<BR/>I looked at the photo and the first thing that came to my mind was "I hope no-one expects me to put the Christmas lights up around that window."<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://wwwbearnaked.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow">Bear((( )))</A>Bear Nakedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10911207797995309155noreply@blogger.com