|I could not find a "perfect" photo of the old house|
as I remembered it. This one sets the mood a little
of the house and grounds. There was a driveway leading
to the house and green grass.
Recently I wrote in a previous blog about trying to find a beautiful old farmhouse that I had not seen for many years, about fourteen years to be exact. Around 1997-98, some of my relatives and I would attend a country auction in La Follette, Tennessee. My mom, aunt, uncle and I would usually attend this auction together on Saturday nights. I had remembed one afternoon, we had driven up this old road, farther north from the old auction barn and had come across the most beautifiul old farmhouse. The scene took my breath away and I had remembered an old water pump in the yard, the kind that is pumped by hand. You would think you were back in the 1930s when looking at this house and the grounds. Of course I had no camera with me at that time but I had never forgotten this memory. I have thought about it often through the years.
About two weeks ago, Clint and I went to Kentucky for an overnight trip. On the way up, we drove up Old Middlesboro Road looking for the old house. On the way down, we looked for the old house. Somehow we had even missed seeing the old auction barn. We never found the old house, it is possible there might have been one stretch of the old road that we missed. I plan on searching one more time but the mystery may be already be solved.
A couple of days ago I was at my aunt's house and was talking to her former caregiver. My aunt passed away about two months ago. Somehow the topic of auctions came up and the caregiver said my aunt wanted to be taken for a drive to see the old auction barn and an old farmhouse. "FARMHOUSE?" The caregiver said my aunt was so upset that they could not find the beautiful old farm house or the old auction barn. My aunt had the caregiver to stop the car and ask farmers and a storekeeper if they had any knowledge about these two sites. Sure enough, my aunt had also remembered this old farmhouse being on the right after passing a curve.
They were told the old farmhouse had been torn down. (Fourteen years ago I remember it looked to be in great shape) They learned the old auction barn had burned down and a metal prefab building was on that site. Gerl, the owner of the auction, was very thoughtful to call mom and me, giving us the dates and info about the auctions.
The old farmhouse is gone, my mother's mind is gone, my aunt's gone, my uncle's gone, the old auction barn is gone and while Googling for this post, I learned that Gerl, the owner of the auction barn passed away on May 8, 2011 at the age of 56. This Twilight Zone is getting to be a bit much for me ...