Today's little trip is down Beaverlett, and yes indeedy, that is a real name.
From Heres have heard of Beaverlett but most Come Heres (depending on how long ago they arrived) will struggle to find it on the local map. Just like Blakes, Redart or Peary, Beaverlett is an area that once had its own post office. At some point over the years the post office shut down, but the name still lives.
Beaverlett--very broadly defined because as you know I have ADD am not fond of details and specifics--is somewhere between Diggs, Onemo, Port Haywood and Close Enough.
(For those who know the exact road names and route numbers or who can recite the latitude and longitude, just substitute those details where Close Enough appears in the previous sentence. Thanks for your understanding and cooperation. )
The house above appeared on this blog many moons ago, but I just had to stop and take its portrait again. She posed very patiently while I snapped away. This is another place that just begs to have its story told. What is that story? What went on here?
Another lovely structure. This was not my neck of the woods growing up. As a kid I might have come down this way never once or twice, so I have no insight or remarks whatsoever on any of this other than to say I admire the buildings and really want to go inside them.
Finally, I leave you today with a photo that best describes the content of When you figure it out, let me know.
p.s. Actually, I can sorta tie this together somehow. Later this same day, after taking the shots above, I drove to check on an old barn that I fell in love with a long time ago. Much to my horror, there were all sorts of workers and maintenance folks milling around outside, and the barn was gone. Gone. Completely gone, not one scrap left. So perhaps today's rambling post is a tribute to old buildings that may be here today but gone tomorrow without any warning.
Later when I have more time I'll post the picture of the barn that's now gone.
I hate seeing these buildings go.
11 comments:
The thing I hate more than seeing old buildings go forever, is seeing them get old and decrepit. It's like realizing your parents are old. Sad and scary, all at the same time. Somehow this wandering wednesday turned into a wallowing wednesday. Someone come in and pick it back up?
THE barn is gone??? WTH.
I bet I know which barn and if it is THE barn I will be VERY upset. very very upset.
I grew up within sight of a building that used to be a post office but, when I lived there, was abandoned (and rumored to be haunted, of course). Since then it's been purchased and renovated and a really nice family lives there. The post office is long since gone but you can still find Nekoda, PA, on some maps, and seriously, there is nothing there but this one building. I wonder how many other places retain the name of a former post office and whether my kids are going to care about things like ths.
I guess I'm old enough to remember "what used to be there" in so many parts of our little town and out where I grew up- it used to be country till everyone from town moved there, tore down buildings, moved earth and made themselves comfy little subdivisions, packed tightly with houses.
A very interesting post and pics! Enjoying the signs..that's my life right now.
Beaverlett?? I can't take it.
I just about burst into tears when I got to the last part about the barn.
I wonder why I feel so attracted to old buildings? Could it be that we have so much in common? Aging, slightly decrept, ragged around the edges, and in need of some serious maintenance?
Its wrong, just wrong to tear down old barns ... they wont be satisified til They paved paradise And put up a parking lot
WV: unatra .. it is very unatractive to tear things down
Oh yes, a tribute to old buildings, especially because of the barn you sought. Gone! Such a shock when you expected to see it, and photograph it.
I used to work in Vancouver, BC, where they demolished some exquisite old buildings downtown and put up skyscrapers. Broke my heart, but it must be worse in a country setting.
Kay
Alberta, Canada
Fleeting moments....treasure them!
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Thanks for the memories...great-uncle's house and later a boyfriend lived there. And where the Post Office was when my grandfather was Post Master. He died before my time. I would walk from my Grandfather's house at that time Uncle's with Aunt and Cousin to visit Uncle in at the shop, go to PO and over the general store for a soft drink and snack. Many wonderful memories came flooding back of my childhood and younger days...
I'm sorry. I know I should be sad but I'm still laughing at Beaverlett.
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