Yesterday we drove home from T’s soccer game to see signs for an auction at a neighborhood house. We stopped by to see what was going on and found the auction was at a home near ours that belonged to the late Rebecca Weatherford, who used to own the property our house was built on. The house’s items were being auctioned.
I was looking through the home when I recognized Dan Blue, who is handling the estate affairs. He told me some history of the place: that it used to be a dairy farm from the 1920s to the 1960s that encompassed about 70 acres. There was a plantation-style home that dated from the late 1800s but burned down long ago. My neighbor once told me he used to play on the majestic porch of the now long-gone home. I was fascinated to learn that such an old home was once nearby, and saddened that it no longer exists.
The existing home dates from 1985 and looks every bit of it. The roof is leaking, the carpeting is a hideous dark green, and the wallpaper in many rooms is, uh, quaint. Still, it was the first look I’ve had of the unoccupied house since we moved in. I suppose it won’t be long before it’s also put in the block and something else gets built on the property’s ten acres.
I enjoy a walk down memory lane, even if they’re not my memories.