Sunday Morning Trespasser

 

 

 

For weeks now we've been hearing rumblings that "The Old House" on Walker Road across from the golf course was going to be torn down.

 

 

Every time we'd drive by it and saw it still standing we'd wonder if the rumors of its demise were true or not. In some strange way, it's stay of execution was comforting, as if, by chance even our own demise wouldn't happen some day.

 

Then one day this week, we were jarred by the fact that the old house was gone. 

 

 

All that remained was the chimney...

 

and fireplace.

 

We know nothing about the home or why it was torn down. We know even less about who may have  been living there last. Best not investigate at the risk of spoiling any mystery.

 

 

The filter on this picture could make one believe that the "Grand Old Army of the Republic" had been through here recently. Mathew Brady's wagon can't be far away. Hope it didn't get stuck in the mud.

Speaking of mud...we don't get many sunny days up here in winter let alone one on a Sunday. It's warmed up a bit recently and the snow has finally begun to die. That dying snow turning this lot into one big bog.  On my way out, the Red Camaro got stuck in it. 

That's what I get for being a Sunday Morning Trespasser.