House on a Nebraskan Hill
There was a house on a hill outside of the town where I grew up in Nebraska. The house probably wasn't that unusual if it had been among other houses, but being all alone on the hill was something different.
The story is that the people who had lived there put in their will that it was to be kept just as they left it! The family did honor this request and a caretaker lived on in a smaller home some distance away.
I used to have many dreams about visiting this house and the attic was filled with trunks full of beautiful clothes. I never did get to visit the house!
Maybe I still will get to see it someday!
Swarm of Memories Rising
from Sylvia Kleindinst
"In my beginning is my end. In succession
Sylvia took the TS Elliot quote which so perfectly expresses what has happened to so many buildings. She wrote saying that "I used the quote to go with the picture of my Grandmother Smith which I've placed in the house she lived in as a young woman. My father was born here. Now, it is in shambles. I stopped by one summer and took lots of pictures of the house just to remember it and I also have old photos when it was inhabited."