Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Elegy for a House
In Maine, there's a lot of driving involved. So certain features on my commute are landmarks that feel like old friends. This house is one of them. A completely run-down, abandoned, asbestos-sided house upon which, in alternating years, bloomed the most amazing wisteria in festoons of purple. I never knew what it was, but as soon as I saw it I knew it was wisteria from descriptions I had read (this is also how I knew I was looking at a bluebird for the first time). Last year was a non-blooming year, so I was gearing up to show my blog-readers the wonder of the blooming this summer. The photo above is reproduced from a book, and doesn't hold a candle to the real deal.
When I drove by one day on the way to school and work, and saw that the old house was being bulldozed, I gasped, like someone had kicked me in the stomach. Each consecutive day, I watched the big equipment moving through, and big fires as they burned it. (Who gives permits to burn asbestos siding in Maine, I wonder?) In a week, it looked like this:
I still feel sad.
Joanie knew just how I felt; she noticed that beautiful old girl of a house also.
But because you don't come to this blog to get weepy, I will leave you with two happier photos. My early lunch with a friend at Boynton McKay, where people come up and talk to you if you're wearing cowboy boots, and you always know a few people, and the food is predictably delicious. Next time I will bring you some pics of the old apothecary shelves and pressed-tin ceiling. A good thing I was with my Healthy-Eating friend, or else I would have gone down the baked goods road...
Instead we shared this delicious breakfast burrito and each other's company.
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Oh Iris,
ReplyDeleteI know how you feel about that house. I just couldn't believe it when I saw the equipment there and how quickly there was hardly a trace. I wonder if that old wisteria might survive and send up shoots!! I don't know how deep their roots go on a mature specimen plant but maybe it will rise again like a Phoenix. It is nice knowing that wisteria will grow and thrive in this zone 4 - 5 climate!
Lisperstal
Oh, that's sad. I fall in love with old houses too. I also fall in love with people that are hopeless. Perhaps I need therapy.
ReplyDeleteSmiles,
Lisa
I've just found your blog and it's always a treat to find Maine blogs.
ReplyDeleteI can't tell you how many times I've experienced that kicked in the gut feeling with old houses being torn down, or trees disappearing, ugh. It's terrible.
Boynton McKay's is a must-stop when we are up that way. Looks delicious.
Just down the coast from you,
Amy