
For the past 10 years we have been passing this old abandoned, dilapidated house on the side of the highway. The windows were all gone, the walls were buckling and the roof was sagging. Each morning I’d look at it as we passed by and wondered why it was still there.
About a year ago the house finally caved in, it was a slow painful collapse. One day part of the roof caved in, a few days later a portion of a wall came down. In all it took about two months to get to the point you now see in the photo. You could see where the stairs were along the back wall, the main room and an upright piano. Perhaps it is because when I was growing up we always had at least one (if not three) piano’s in the house, for me that piano made that dilapidated old house a home. People cried there, they laughed there, lived, played and sang there. And now it just sits and rots open to the elements and the critters. Each day it is fading slowly into nothingness. If I thought it was safe I would be tempted to wait until dark sneak on over and play a note to see if any sound came out, perhaps a little song just for old-time sake. Heck if I had a truck and space I would be tempted to steal it away and breathe some life into, it. I just can’t help but think that old upright deserves a little more respect.
We have a really nice old upright piano that we never play. The last person to play it was my Dad and that was a few years ago. Because we never play it, and our house isn’t that big we are always looking to sell it, although I would rather just give it away to somebody who would appreciate it and treat it with respect. Never would I let something that has the potential to give so much to so man sit and rot.
Well said Brian. I didn’t know you appreciated our piano(s).
How could I not?
Bry, we have wood for another 8 rooms, two and half stories with a garage that became a pool when it rained club house. Lets start building. All we need is bent and rusty nails.
Ready when you are, and I even have a pneumatic nailer now. I know that the nailer is a poor substitute for a rock and an old nail, but it should do the trick.
I hate to see old bungalows from the colonial period being ripped down for apartments. It’s downright sad how this house stopped being loved and was abandoned.
If it were here, at least someone would have made it their home, even if it meat encroachment or illegal possession. Hook or crook, the house would still be occupied (and mebbe loved)
all this sentiment and all I can wonder is….
What’s living in that piano now?