Well, it ain’t the Holiday Inn or representative of corporate America’s digs but I imagine it once knew the sound of quiet conversation and the laughter of children.
Had a familiarity with aspirations, accomplishments, and failures as well.
Whenever I see places such as this I always wonder what led to them being abandoned? What of those who once knew it as their home? Did some tragedy befall the inhabitants, were they pushed off, or did they leave for something they felt was better?
The corrugated roof and overall lack of insulation speaks to a familiarity with the sound of rain, which may have been thunderous during a downpour – not a porch per se but still a place to sit in the evening to catch a breeze or maybe watch a moon rise while singing a lullaby to an infant.
No doubt a resident dog or two, maybe a bedraggled cat capable of fending for itself and relied upon to keep the field mouse population in abeyance.
Different times and a different breed of people, a stronger and less dependent people than their modern counterparts.
True strength to me is the ability and willingness to do what it takes, to pick yourself up and continue on, to make a way when none seems to exist and to be self reliant – humans may have become bigger, perhaps even physically stronger, yet at the same time weaker as a result of an ever increasing dependency – that I believe is something to think about.