How sad is this? A whole city on the brink of becoming a ghost town.
I went home for a visit back in July of this year and heard the sad tale of a house that played a big part in the lives of a lot of my family. It’s not a large house or one that’s architecturally noteworthy. It’s just a regular old house built in 1910 in my little hometown of Morristown, Indiana. We’ve always called it “the green house” because it was a deep pea green for probably 30-40 years or longer, but someone in the last 30 panted the old shingle siding white.
We’ve all driven by countless deserted gas stations. Had I ever thought about it in years past, I would’ve taken pictures of dozens along the highways and byways of our travels. I’m thankful that others have better presence of mind than me. I find them all interesting and wonder about the people who owned them, worked at them, stopped to fill their autos up, and maybe bought an ice-cold bottle of Coke. Soda pop in a plastic container with a twist-off lid just isn’t as refreshing.
These are some images from my trip home in July, 2013. Most are from my husband’s little home town of Manilla, Indiana, which I didn’t even know existed just 10 miles or so southeast of my little home town until I met him when he began working in my home town. How crazy is that? I immediately fell in love with the people, the buildings, and the history.
I would love to see the remaining buildings restored and brought back to life – and even those that are long gone rebuilt and turned into thriving businesses once again. A girl can dream.
I’m sorry I’ve been away for awhile and missed posting new Sadly, Utterly Abandoned images and new Haunted Happenings. I flew home on the 20th to spend the last night of my dad’s life holding his hand. The calciphylaxis he developed from renal failure was too far advanced and he just couldn’t fight it any longer. His funeral was Monday, August 26, 2013. It was a beautiful ceremony that none of us will ever forget.
My older sister detailed Dad’s life
from birth to death and my youngest brother shared some of his crazy, funny antics. He built a Harley Davidson chopper 40 years ago and still had it all these years later. My oldest younger brother took it to the graveyard and fired it up to the delight of the crowd. How cool was that? Dad would’ve loved it! I’ll add some pictures to this post as soon as I download them into this computer.
I’ll be flying home Tuesday and will be back with new episodes of SUA and HH beginning Sunday, September 8th, 2013. Thank you so much for patiently waiting and hanging with me.
I couldn’t resist another round of houses and a mansion or two. Some of these are purportedly haunted. You’ll have to do your own research/be the judge of that. Click on each for a larger view.
When Tim was dying of cancer (I lived in Virginia at the time) he was stationed in Osoda, Michigan. However, during the duration of his treatments and his final death, he was at Dayton, Ohio, in the Wright Patterson Air Force Base Medical Center. I flew home to Indiana with my then five month-old son Dan and my five year-old daughter. I had gone to the hospital a lot with Mom & Dad and the rest of the family. On Tim’s final full day of life, he went into a coma. The nurses said it was a blessing and that he no longer felt pain.
During a visit to my old hometown, my mom, Nancy, took me on a trip down memory lane – literally. We traveled every single road and alley, reminiscing over who lived where when she was young while I added my recollections from my youth.
Sitting Left: Deb’s Great Grandfather Edward; Sitting Right: Great Uncle Roy; Standing Left: Grandfather Roy; Standing Right: Grandmother Edith Continue reading