Tuesday, October 06, 2009

On the Way Down

On our way down to coastal South Carolina a few weeks ago, I had to stop along the way to put some books and manuscripts in the mail. We'd left too early in the morning to do it in Charlotte, so we figured we'd just keep our eyes peeled for a small post office on the state roads once we left the Interstate. Finally, passing through a very small village whose name I've already forgotten, we saw a new post office facility on the left. Since I was towing the trailer, I wasn't able to pull into the small post office parking lot. So I parked on the side of the road across the street beside what appeared to be a decrepit and abandoned house.

As it was noon, the one-person post office was closed for lunch. Luckily, we only had to wait five minutes until it reopened, so I walked back over to the truck. The house we were parked at was really nice and creepy. On closer inspection, I couldn't quite tell if it was abandoned, or just really run-down and no one gave a damn about its appearance anymore.

But you could tell that at some point it had been a really grand place. It was big and very nice and I can imagine what it must be like to live in such a home (in a nicer state of repair, of course). I had to take a few photos of it, the best of which is here:

What a great old place. I can imagine ghosts floating throughout that house.

2 comments:

  1. it is beautiful, so sad it is empty

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  2. Yes, you can tell that it was a grand place, once upon a time. I think of the happy things that must have once been a part of places like that--big families, laughing people, homecomings...

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