I was attracted to this old house when my sister was driving me to visit with my mom in Maryland. I talked her into going back to it so I could photograph it. I was surprised when we got closer that it was empty and as we got closer yet, it was obvious it was empty for some time.
Looking at it made me think of what it's history might have been. By the look of it's foundation, it was built a long time ago. Also the tree that shades it is huge and the vines that are starting to swallow it up have been doing so for some time.
The road now comes extremely close to the back of the house, but at one time it looks like it was a comfortable place to take a nap in the backyard. To me it looked like a real family home. I can see kids and a dog playing in the summer time. You can almost hear the Walton's saying g'nite.
What were the happy times? How many families grew up here? What brought it to its present emptiness? I guess the ghost that still nap or play under that tree would have to tell us.