I found this picture on a wallpaper site on the internet. I have no idea who took this picture, or I would give credit. I like this picture. It speaks to me of days gone by and craftsmanship. Quiet hallways and lives once lived. Maybe this was at one time a house, or a building that housed offices? I’ll never know. I sometimes make scenarios in my head of who used to use the old spaces that I come across. Who lived here? Worked here? Went to school here?
Am I the only one that believes buildings can “talk”? I especially love old houses. Not spooky old houses, but houses that were built to last. Houses that became homes where love and life and memories were shared. Wooden staircases, and hardwood floors. Beautiful woodwork fretting, and carved newel posts. High ceilings and tall windows. Fireplaces and bay windows and butler’s pantries and farmhouse sinks. I could go on and on. Victorians, Saltboxes, Mission Style, Farmhouses, and Colonials…….
Tract homes and new subdivisions where all the houses look identical, void of personality, makes me sad. Sigh. Not that new can’t be great. My husband and I built our house a few years ago…out in the middle of what was once a farm field. After looking at many, many houses on the market…we decided that building was our best option. We built character into our house. It is unique and I guarantee there is no other just like it.
I enjoy blogs that show pictures of old homes and old buildings, and my heart still does a little pitter- patter at episodes of This Old House.
I think my husband sometimes worries about me and my “talking” houses. That is okay, I’ll just tell the houses to whisper…..