GHOSTS....

On our way to Dexter every day we go by a house that haunts me.

Here's a picture of it so you know what I'm talking about:

Can you picture it when it was once full of a family, with lights on inside, fresh paint on the outside, flowers blooming, screen doors slamming in the summertime?  Can you hear the vacuum running and a radio playing in the background?  I can.  I am so curious about how a house with such pretty lines and surrounding property fell into such disrepair.
There's an equally wonderful barn in the field behind the house with nice fat round silos which at one time were full to the brim with grain for horses and cows.  What happened to the people who lived there?
Did their kids move away as they got older. Did the Mom have to eventually put Dad into a nursing home - and then move into one of her kids homes far away from here?  Did they fall onto hard times and get behind in their taxes or become unable to feed the livestock?  Why didn't one of the kids want the property which is not too far from the lake?  No one I ask seems to know anything about the place.

When I am out and about I am drawn to these old places. If I could, I would get hammer and nails, a paintbrush and lots of paint and try to bring them  back to life. I can visualize how great they would look - and can hear a family laughing inside them once again.