[item] Lot of keys and keychains
[purchase info] The keys came from cars, houses and locks. The keychains were mostly free.
[time in my possession] Some over 15 years.
[last used] Many, many years ago.
[difficulty level in getting rid of it] Easy
[destination] Thrift store
[info] I don’t even know what most of these keys go to or went to. One was to the convertible we sold last year. I gave these away, as some people like to use them in art projects.
I still need to get rid of some of my clothing. I downsized by 50% a few weeks ago, but there’s still a few more pieces I could part with. I was thinking about the clothing again after a short trip I took recently.
I went house hunting last Sunday, no, not to buy one, but to look for an abandoned house. I’m part of a photo group that goes to small towns looking for abandoned houses, vacant buildings, old vehicles or anything else that has been left to deteriorate and wither away. We’re never disappointed. This last trip to Krum, Texas produced an abandoned house, a school bus, a fire truck and a semi truck, among other things. The abandoned houses are always left full of stuff, but the things that surprise me the most is the clothing and the photographs left behind. Who leaves a house without taking these things?
Just to give you an idea, this was the living room, going into the kitchen.
These are pics of the clothing left behind.
The nightgown still hanging on the back of the door…
I always wonder what the story is, but have yet to find one. I’m led to look at the artifacts, ponder the possibilities and create my own fictional tale.
It’s dusk, the daylight slowly fading away. The stuffed pig is sad, waiting patiently for the missing woman that should be coming home now. After a long bath, she will put on the flowered gown. Where is she? Rarely is she late. What was that? A sound, followed with silence. Silence that has turned to deafness over the years. Still waiting. It’s dusk. Where is she?
No, this is not random, just a collection of odd things we found yesterday…
This is a photo story from an abandoned house I visited yesterday. Yes, sadly, trash society includes houses. I do love to take photos in abandoned houses, as all of them have an untold story.
It’s like reading a suspenseful book, but being right there in it.
When does it become a good idea to throw away your house?
Oh, the thrill of spotting a potentially abandoned house. They mystery begins…
What do you leave behind? Food?
Trash? They must have had some kids like mine. The trash doesn’t go out until I’ve asked at least 23 times.
Photos? This is the most surprising to me. I have been in many of these houses and the majority of them have family photos left behind.
It makes me happy that they didn’t leave any toilet paper. :)
Is this the end? It’s the end of this photo story, but is it the end of throwing away houses? No. Many of these houses are structurally sound and with a little work, could be livable. How could we pair up the homeless population with abandoned houses, without locking them out and calling their habitation ‘squatting’? I know, it’s a crazy dream, but don’t all dreams start that way?