I wonder how a family comes to let a place like this sit...empty and exposed to the elements. Then I remember my own childhood home in the same condition.
We ran away.
We ran away because we were ordered to by the patriarch of the family. Later we ran away from him...one, then another, then three at once.
But each of these houses cannot have the same story.
A friend of mine remembers an old couple living in this place as recently as 10 years ago...
You know, I would like to know each story. A few of them, I've learned. Each their own unique tale, but none like my own; none of them were tragic or sad... except that they left a house like this behind.
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I have a few favourite abandonments in the area and over the course of this year and the time it takes to paint them, I have found out the stories. Most of them involve seniors, many in their late eighties and even 90's who had to leave their homes for care or in death. Some of these homes were never updated - one didn't even have indoor plumbing! A couple of cold and empty years is sometimes all it takes to push these old places beyond repair.
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