Tuesday, July 6, 2010

A House I Once Knew-Part 1

One of the best moments on Wed Walkabout was the street leading to the pier. It was lined with Circa 1900's houses. I found a poem that I like that says how I feel about old houses.

A House I Once Knew


There are mars on the doors and walls
Its rooms are empty and wide.



Here and there is a broken pane
Where the night wind creeps inside

The front porch has fallen to ruin
With vines in possession there

A shed is tumbled and strewn
And rubbish is everywhere.


Somehow it softens in moonlight
And my fancy wanders free.


That old house is more than a house
It once was home to me.



Part 2 and Part 3 of the poem continued over next 2 post.
I just have to share those houses. Hope you like old houses tooooo.







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16 comments:

Snapper II said...

I love old houses, and these are beautiful, love the poem also. Can't waitto read the rest of it.

Lucy said...

I love those houses! When I lived in Long Beach, California for 20 months there was a place in Belmont there that had houses like these. The cost of them was sky-high...like over a million for the smallest one. Only California knows how to rob people legally.

Anonymous said...

I do like old houses. Those certainly are well kept and you captured them beautifully. Your poem reminds me of one re house & children. Don't know the author.
"No longer are we so fresh & fair.
Home also shows signs of wear & tear. Some fabrics are frayed, some springs are sprung, but bless their hearts, the children are young."

Stacey Dawn said...

Beautiful house - love those window boxes! Nice poem too...

Got sun yet?

Krista said...

They are downright adorable! I always love small houses, and prefer to live in a house with *just enough* space. I don't need big sprawling rooms and I don't need things to be brand new or fancy. I love these ones, they look really well kept!

Betsy from Tennessee said...

Hi Sandra, Hope you get my comment. Blogger is all messed up today... At least I am getting all of my comments via email this morning (thank goodness).

Love old houses ---and I could cry every single time I pass by my old homeplace in VA... My house is not run-down (thank God) ---but they have renovated it SO much that it doesn't even look like my house anymore... SO sad for ME.

Love your pictures of the houses today... Those are definitely not all run-down though. They are in great shape.

Hugs,
Betsy

Anonymous said...

Yes, indeed, i do like old houses. Growing up in small town, USA, those were all I ever saw. Lots of 3 room houses and two story houses with 3 rooms up and 3 rooms down, all large rooms. Just 2 blocks away by the river was a huge steel mill that ran the whole length of the town. Banging and booming and shooting sparks 24/7, especially during the war years of 1941 to 1945. Just about every man in town worked there. So, yes indeed, I do like old houses.

From the Kitchen said...

I love the houses and the poem. I'm looking forward to the next installments. So, you lived in Savannah? We lived in Charleston. Two lovely old southern cities. My mother's hydrangea were blue in Virginia. And, when I was in Massachusetts last summer, the place was ablaze with vivid blue hydrangea. Love them!

George said...

These old houses are neat and very well cared-for. I look forward to the remain parts of this post.

Ginny said...

The poem is starting off great! I enjoy looking at houses. This one is colrful, pretty, and kind of strange and offbeat in a way that I can't put my finger on. What is it? I love the little tiny palm tree by the side of it. I enlarged it to see what the sign said. Something cottage. Is it a person's private house, or open to the public for some purpose?

Anonymous said...

Yes, indeed, i do like old houses. Growing up in small town, USA, those were all I ever saw. Lots of 3 room houses and two story houses with 3 rooms up and 3 rooms down, all large rooms. Just 2 blocks away by the river was a huge steel mill that ran the whole length of the town. Banging and booming and shooting sparks 24/7, especially during the war years of 1941 to 1945. Just about every man in town worked there. So, yes indeed, I do like old houses.

S. Etole said...

Old houses had such interest and character ...

KleinsteMotte said...

Old houses have a history. I think that is what is fascinating. The homes we once occupied remain in our memory the way we left them, frozen in time. When one has lived more than fifty years the past takes one a different hue. Luckily! We appreciate it more.

SquirrelQueen said...

Lovely little houses, I do enjoy seeing them. They remind me of some I have seen along the coast here. The poem is great, I'm looking forward to the next installment.

Kilauea Poetry said...

First of all, I want to thank you for just being here. Your consideration is so warm and touching (not to mention timing) lol)). I've been down and could hardly blog this past week. I think I'll be rolling again. Just a big hug..I feel so much apprectiation!
Florida is very similar to Hawaii..Very well preserved I'd say, and I can see what it must be like back then as the poem conects you- fits rather nicely (I read the first thinking it was perhaps yours), but I see- great post Sandra!

Bird Girl said...

That was so much fun! I loved every one of these houses and wouldn't mind living in any one of them ;-) So glad you took the pictures and what a neat poem!