There are so many houses in my life like the one Cheryl Tevis writes about for Agriculture Online.
They dot the countryside between Oak Park and The Farm, some boarded up, others succumbing to the elements.
There are homes from my childhood, meticulously maintained by grandparents and great grandparents, that are in various states of disrepair.
It can be painful to see their decline. So much so, that I’ve caught myself taking the long way so as to avoid driving past these once stately homes that are on the verge of tear down.
Cheryl’s story has a happy ending, one less memory-filled home to face condemnation.
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