I am oddly fascinated by this abandoned and decaying house. It sits at the top of the first hill you come to if you turn east off Cooper Road (north of Madoc) on Tannery Road. (Named, as I learned today from my friend Doris, for a tannery that operated long ago right at the intersection of Cooper Road and the road that now commemorates it.) There is something starkly beautiful about the house’s dark, crumbling frame against the backdrop of a bright blue sky. Here is another photo:
I took both these pictures back in mid-April, before the spring’s foliage had really started; when you drive by the house at the moment (i.e. in late June), you can barely see it for all the branches and greenery. But on a bright fall or winter or early-spring day, it really stands out.
I think it’s not just the interesting lines of the house that draw my eye to it. I think it’s also the natural curiosity one has about the lives of the people who once lived there, back when it was a regular inhabited place and not a crumbling wreck. I believe I may actually have once, long ago in my childhood here in Queensborough, known a family that lived in it, and perhaps that adds to the house’s mystery and allure. What ever become of them? What ever became of everybody who lived here? Does anyone who once inhabited the place ever stop by to look at it, as I do, or to poke around in its remains for a reminder of something from their own childhood?
The house has its secrets. And I suppose they will stay with it.