A few weeks back my husband and I went for a drive in southern Idaho and I took these two pictures. These old homes fascinate me. One is just sitting there empty, and it made me wonder what happened. Did the family move away? Did they just grow old and die and no one wanted the home? What did they do while they lived there? Did they have a big family?
So many questions went through my mind. The home felt empty and lost in this world and I just had to snap its pictures.
A few miles down the road I saw this old home and thought it interesting. It has been renovated and looks like someone still lives there. I still wondered about its history and the family who originally built it.
Can you feel the difference? One has life, the other feels empty.
Wouldn't you just love to hear the stories about the lives of those who worked here, baked bread, ate together as a family in days gone by?
The other day I was doing some research on Cripple Creek and found this picture of an old house in that area. I wonder what secrets it could tell us.
I know most of the stories are long dead and gone, and probably we won't ever get to hear them, but I still wanted to share one of my passions with you. I'll keep wondering, and when I do hear stories about families of the old west and early days of settlers, I'll listen closely and enjoy them while I picture the old homes that were built with loving hands, hours of work, to house a young family or a hard-working settler with big dreams.
What about you? Do you ever wonder what stories you'd hear if the walls could talk?
K. R. Bailey