Last week, I was driving down a country road that I frequent to avoid the traffic in my town, and saw an auction sign at one of my favorite houses along that road.
My pulse quickened at the thought of vintage, maybe even antique finds! My rational mind encouraged me to put any such thoughts out of my head, because I have more stuff than I know what to do with right now!
As I drove past, I saw some fabulous & clearly vintage lamps outside the house that someone has already snagged. Envy burned in my heart for a moment.
But then something came over me.
Those lamps, and everything else being auctioned, and even that majestic home that is showing her age, they are all a part of someone’s life. The history of a family. Maybe even more than one generation.
Pieces of a life being sold off, one item at a time.
Suddenly I became very sad and hated that this home was being separated from its family and its history.
But what could I do? Nothing that I could think of. I’m sure the decision had already been made. The last resident had probably passed away or gone to a nursing home, and the remaining family members had a hard decision to make.
Then I became even more disillusioned when I drove by early this week & saw the windows were now gone. I hope that it’s going to be moved, but I suspect it’s a total tear-down.
I know she’s in disrepair, but she looks like she’s still got good bones…
I’d buy her if I could, but it’s not in the cards right now.
I’ll keep you posted.
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