Hey Kids,

Driving through the countryside, I see abandoned houses slowly melting back into forgotten history.

I wonder how they got to be like that.

What happens to a home to make it no longer a home? How does a person walk out the door and never return. Did he or she know they would be the last resident?

I wonder if memories remain. Is there anybody who still remembers living in the house? Does the house still remember the people that lived within it?

I can’t recover the history, but by noting the buildings as I see them, I feel I somehow pay my respects.

And somehow that makes the abandoned home a little less abandoned.

Day 190