The first time we walked into the house, we were struck by a departure...as if someone had run to the store & never come back. The house had waited for a return for what must have been 30 years and was both surprised and grateful for our arrival.
We walked carefully through the rooms strewn with furnishings -- making our way through what had been a life. And, we slowly filled the trailer that awaited outside: old bed frames, painted wash stands, chairs, books, dishes. Although permission had been given to us to enter & take ---there was something sad in so doing. This life, this locked house, this abandoned time.
**The clock above was taken with permission from the house that time had left behind. Many of the furnishings will provide the backbone to our Barn Sale this fall...including the farmer's overalls -- wrapped & tied in paper, just cleaned 30 years before.
They will be hung with pride, waiting for him, ever waiting.