A Glimpse Into The When
Walking up to the stoop, I find myself surrounded by memories of a time long gone. Sitting here, I could hear the kids playing and the dogs barking. The smell of fried potatoes and corn on the cob wafting from the kitchen. A horse and plow on the hillside working diligently to keep Mother Nature at bay and at the same time working to feed a family in this mountain wilderness. The hardships still linger here, voices from the past loud and clear. Can you see what I hear?
I took this photo in Martins Creek, West Virginia. I had never been here before this visit. This photo is a favorite of mine and is currently displayed as my desktop background.
07/08/2007
That’s a very cool picture. I love looking at abandoned houses or farms and imagining who lived there and the kind of lives they lived. It’s really quite fascinating.
I’m guessing I probably hear some of what you here, though not as clearly, since I’m not standing in that spot. Sometimes I really do wish rocks and trees could talk. What stories they woudl have to tell.
07/08/2007
When I lived in Ohio I used to visit an abandoned amusement park at Chippewa Lake. Walking the midway on that old park made me feel the same as the area around this step. Memories are like ghosts.
And yes if only the rocks and trees could talk. I’m sure they would have a wonderful story to tell…
Thanks for commenting Kristine.
07/12/2007
That is a pretty cool pic. I can picture in my mind what you hear and see what has faded in time. I can smell fried chicken too. I love fried chicken.
Is that location near the old abandoned campsite we ran across in Martins Creek?
07/12/2007
No, but pretty close… I’m glad you mentioned that because I have a couple of photos from that abandoned camp…