Friday, April 06, 2012

Daddy is having his parents, my grandparents house tore down.
Daddy helped build this house when he was a child.
Terry and I lived there while we were building our house.
I loved this house.
I loved that it was part of my history.
I go there every weekend and bring home things.
Wood and cabinet doors the first day,
a piece of flooring, with big flowers on it,
and bricks from the fireplace.
A piece of history, soon to be gone.

1 comment:

bccrumb said...

i know how you feel my mom did the same thing .i almost killed myself trying to get some wood out of there . that old wood is hard as a rock .she sold the front of the house like 3 rooms .now when we drive down the road i think oh crap there is my old home ...