My best friend showed me the home that his great grandfather lived in. There are many such homes in Michigan but this one was a time capsule.
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
Mike's Look at Life
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My best friend showed me the home that his great grandfather lived in. There are many such homes in Michigan but this one was a time capsule.
© 2012 Michael Fiveson
Mike's Look at Life 
Wow! I just love old homes… sometimes I feel as if I’m stepping right into history. If walls could talk, right?!
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And this one is very old. Lots of history there. That home has to be late 1800s to very early 1900s.
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It’s sad no one lives there now. I now live in what used to be my grandparents house. It was a lot of work to remodel it, but I’m glad I did. 🙂 Nice photo!
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Nice. This particular old home is thin and probably well beyond saving. I bet yours is beautiful, eh.
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Great shot Mike, I like the angle you took on it. It reminds me of a very old house located on my mother’s property. I think you would like it there.
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Well let’s meet there and grill some critter, drink some beer, and talk about it!
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And thank you Alex.
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😉 You bring the beer and I’ll bring the critter.
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Done. As soon as it cools off, eh.
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Memories still live behind those walls… beautiful, Mike.
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Thanks Marion. Have a lovely Dutch weekend.
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You too, and keep shooting these stylish pictures!
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For you, anything.
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These old homes sit and decay while we have homeless living under bridges. Something seems a wee bit off with this picture (not your image, of course!)
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I couldn’t agree more. I could easily go on a long rant, but I won’t, because you already know.
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Sad to see old homesteads disappear. The farmhouses of my grandparents and great-grandparents are long gone. And they paved the paradise where I grew up and put up a two-car garage. Don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone!
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LOL. Someone should make a song with those words.
‘It’s coming on christmas….they’re cutting down trees…oh I wish I had a river, I could sail away on’
That song I feel in my bones.
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😀
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I see a lot of these throughout the South as people up and move out of rural areas. Great shot.
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I should come south and shoot with you. You got any good catfish joints there?
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I checked the equipment yesterday of one of our customers. In the course of conversation the direction headed to the old house next door. It was boarded up and was being overcome by the pressures and indifference of time. Or so I thought. My customers wife had grown up there and told me of many wonderful tales of childhood bliss and the freedoms found there.
As time pasted and the family moved on it began to decay but the stories, the personal history ,will always remain. A time capsule indeed.
Thanks for sharing Mike!
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You are the man jagged…..the jagged man!
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There is a similar school house just north of town here, that looks a lot like this boarded up home. I love the texures of the old wood, weathered from many years of exposure to the elements. Nice photo Mike!
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Thanks Lori.
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There are so many old houses among your photographs and this is one of them for me that I would love to have it. Thank you dear Mike, great shot. Love, nia
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Thank you Nia.
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Reblogged this on Kathy Jones Pad.
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