This eyesore has been sitting across the street from us since we moved in -- it didn't look quite this bad, but add a bit of old, old siding and a few windows and you'll know EXACTLY how it looked. The new owners have finally decided to tear it down...
...with the chimney starting to be pulled away from the house above...
... and being captured on film a moment before it hits the ground. I've got to give the demolition crew credit; it only took them five or six tries before they figured out how to tie a knot at the end of the rope (attached to the tractor) which wouldn't snap off when they tugged at the chimney.Now we'll have to see what the new owners put in place of this house!
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Compare the comments about the house with the elderly. What happens to us when we become an eyesore? Do we get pulled apart, torn down?
Think of the lives that were in that house. Were they happy? Did children ever roam through the rooms and out in the yard? Did a young couple start out their lives together in that house as husband and wife? Imagine the good times that went on in that house... Imagine the sadness when someone died in that house... All sorts of possibilities here.
When I look at my life, I see so many similarities with that house. We are so well constructed - we are fearfully and wonderfully made. We go through life, constructing our "rooms" and our life "house" bit by bit. There are times of great joy, times of great sadness, but it's life. Then we reach a point where we begin to wind down, to get dilapidated, to become an "eyesore." The memories grow dim, the eyesight begins to fail, the body grows tired, fears begin to creep into the mind...
I mourn the passing of this house... but... all things come to an end.
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