Back in April I wrote about “The House that Nobody Loves”, an abandoned house that sits overgrown with weeds and tree saplings growing out of the gutters. Bushes are growing up the side of the house and working their way under the shingles. The house has fallen in disrepair waiting lonely for someone to love it again. Well today as I drove past it, I noticed something new in the front yard. A giant backhoe was parked waiting patiently for someone to come and start it up. Next to the backhoe sits an equally large dump bucket, according to Mitch, but I think it looks like a giant pair of grabbers. Grabbers with huge fingers ready to rip through the failing roof and rip it apart.
It looks like the end of the little abandoned house is eminent. I understand the need to tear down the little house because it now looks like a blight on the street overgrown with weeds and broken shingles, but a part of me is a little sad for the house and the memories it holds. I think about the ghosts that walk the floorboards from room to room, retracing the steps of children running through the house playing tag. Memories of a mother and a father hugging and loving the children, making them eat their vegetables and tucking them in bed at night. I can only imagine the love and tenderness that once flowed through the walls of the house.
Maybe I’m way off base, maybe there was no love in the house and that’s why it sits empty. Maybe, but I would rather like to think that the house was loved and that someone besides me will shed a tear when it is finally torn down.
A woman's view of hunting...with men 
Aww, that is a bit sad. It’s a wee place but hell, I’ve been homeless and would have loved it.
It is too bad that someone couldn’t use it. Such a shame.
I sometimes see news about all the empty homes in Detroit, and it just breaks my heart. All the desperate people in that city that just need a little help, an address for resumes, an address for government assistance even. Your wee house seems sadder because of the plants and trees that took it over. They liked it there, so it can’t be all bad.
“They’ve come with machines, what do we do?”
“Seep into the earth and rest there for now, I suppose.”
“Is this the end, then?”
“No! This is the beginning.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Whatever sprouts here – be it a building or a park – will be ours.”
“Yes, ours!”
“Ours!”
“Heh! Heh! Heh! Ours! 👿
I love it!
Baltimore has entire streets like that, along w/ up to 5K homeless.
Kind of sad and a bit scary at the same time. All those empty houses and homeless people, too bad we can’t introduce them to each other.