There once was an old log cabin that sat close to the road on which lived on. I would drive by that cabin daily on my way to work.
I always enjoyed seeing it there, it made me feel good that there was an original, mid-1800’s log home so close to me (the log cabin man 🙂
I would stop in on occasion and give the old gal a quick inspection. I was greeted more often by the wildlife that lived in her (and under her) than by the cabin’s human owner (who lived in a nice farmhouse nearby).
There were a few conversations over the years between us about whether I’d be interested in buying the neglected building and moving her elsewhere.
But, I wasn’t interested in that offer… for two reasons…
For one, I liked her being right where she was. I got more enjoyment in driving by her every day than I ever would by moving her somewhere else. I guess that was rather selfish of me. hmmm I’ll have to work on that.
The other reason for my lack of interest is that from every indication that I could see, and feel, that behind her siding and under her plastered walls, she was already lost.
Maybe “lost”, is too strong of a word.
Let’s just say that I felt that she had reached a level of decay and insect infestation that it would soon become extremely visible to everyone else, and then shortly after that, there would be a total loss of the structure… a collapse.
That would take time of course… ten years, maybe twenty… but her best years were clearly behind her. There was simply nothing anyone could do at this point to give her a new life.
I would always encourage this gentle neighbor to hire me to come in and give her “a tune up”. We might not be able to give her another century, but we could possibly keep her standing as long as we were vertical.
But, not everyone shares my love of old buildings. And even fewer, are willing to “write the checks” to make things happen.
Originally posted 2015-03-31 16:22:37.