Old Buildings Tell Stories

It was a great Memorial Day. Got to visit my husband's grave at A. G. Horton Veterans cemetery. It was so heartwarming to see so many people there honoring their loved ones. As always every grave (and there are so many) had a flag on it. Such an humbling sight.

So, I move on from my vacation at the Beach. I am sure you all are tired of looking at pictures of that!

I have had these pictures in my archives for a little while. D Shirley and GS Chris and I were on a back country road near where I used to live in Sussex County when we drove upon this. I just couldn't resist stopping to take some photos of this interesting place. I figured it had some stories to tell, that is, if it could talk.

It had once been a store that had been operated by a man and his wife.

I love the peeling paint and bars on the windows.

A peek inside a broken window pane revealed some treasures left behind.

Broken panes in a tightly secured window. It allowed us a glimpse inside. I couldn't help but think that this is how we are as humans...holding ourselves in a very private abode (our bodies) but sometimes the broken spirit we endure allows people to see inside our souls.

 

 

A smoke house (or store house, I am not sure of it's use) and a covered well sit beyond the yard of the store. I understand that the store owners put the well there so that passersby could stop and get a cool drink of water on a hot summer's day. I wonder if owners of stores still do things like that... think of passersby. I know of a whole town where the shop owners have doggie dishes out front so that dogs can get a drink of water. That would be Smithfield, Va. But, that's another post, I am thinking.

 

                                                                                                 Have a great week.