Ever since we bought our old farmhouse in the summer of 2005, I've been watching the steady deterioration of the old house on Honey Sign Road. First, the roof was just badly sagging, then the roof was gone and one exposed wall was leaning...
After each big storm I'd make a point of driving by to see how the house had weathered it. There were still drapes hanging in the windows and we'd speculate about whether there was still furniture inside and what the story of that place was.
One year, they cut back the blackberries and exposed this side of the house. The way it's situated along the highway, it would have been pretty much impossible to get good pictures without trespassing, although I was seriously tempted over the years. The place absolutely fascinated me.
A few weeks back, we drove by and saw a truck from the gas company in the driveway. I thought that that was a bad sign. Now, the house is gone except for a chimney and a pile of stone rubble.
I knew that sooner or later I'd drive around that curve and there wouldn't be a house there anymore. But I'm still mourning just a little bit. As my youngest son pointed out, someone owned it and they could do whatever they wanted with it. I imagine that it became too much of an insurance liability. It couldn't have been saved.
It's not like cutting down three hundred year old fir trees just for firewood. That's what the previous owner of this place did, just before putting it on the market.