These were the stories of long ago, the things now only spoken in fairy tales. My mother had read them to me, even shown me pictures to go with the stories. I’ve heard whispers late into the night of pioneers from so long ago, those who forged the way to make us who we are today. They built houses with their own two hands, worked the land, and plowed away for their families to survive.
Once, in a very old photo, I saw with my own eyes one of these things called farms. It was beautiful, beyond words. I’ve often wondered what the earth looked like before the Great War. I left the photo behind, hidden in an old shelter, the day we fled from the Gaynton Armies, but I run the photo over and over again in my head trying to recall every detail.
I’ve made sketches every chance I could find paper, but I never get the details quite right. It’s hard for me to imagine a land of green, a house built by people just struggling to survive off the land. The tales have spoken about animals, creatures used for both food and companionship, though I’ve never seen them.
But maybe, just maybe those tales of long ago aren’t fairy tales at all, but truth. And maybe, just maybe there really is hope for all us to find that life again too. Someday, I will find that shelter where the photo is hidden and I know in my heart we will be that way again…. someday. Until then, I’ll hold that photo in my heart.
This old abandoned house has caught my eye for several months now. I drive by it everyday on Interstate 71. I know there has to be an interesting story behind it. Tell me the story.
Your Story is a SethSnap series in which you get to decide the story behind the photo. You can write a story, a poem or even just one word. You decide. Put on your best 1888 suit or dress, wear your fancy hat, and go! To see previous Your Story posts click on “Story Time” on the right.