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Five Minute Friday: Imagine

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

OK, are you ready? Please give me your best five minutes on:::


There is something about abandoned buildings that intrigue me.  I can't help but imagine what went on within those buildings.

Imagine living on a farm in Iowa.
How many children did this family have?
Was the farmer good to his wife?
What did they grow on their farm?
Did the wife milk the cows?

What conversations took place while sitting in this room?
How many early mornings did the farmer sit here reading his Bible?  Or did he ever read the Bible?
How many times did the farmer and his wife sit and snuggle while the kids were in bed?

How many times did the doctor climb these stairs to deliver a baby?
How many times did the mom climb the stairs to tuck the children in to bed?
Did the dad ever go marching up the stairs to quiet the talking and giggles of the children?

How often did the farmer or his wife get to sleep in?
How many tears were quietly shed into the pillow?
Did the farmer's wife bear his children in the bed in this room?
Did the children ever stand in the corner after causing trouble?

Why did they leave in the first place?

And this chair I came across today....

Did a dad sit and read stories to his children in this chair?
Did a mom cuddle and nurse her babies here?
Maybe a child curled up here with his blankie and his thumb.

Did the people who lived in this house or used this chair leave a lasting impression on anyone?


What Mom Wears said…
What a lovely post. Speaks to an incredible depthof history doesn't it? An abandoned home - rather sad actually, to be left so alone after so much life. I like to imagine that most of the stories that house has to tell are happy ones.
podso said…
I would write very similarly. I love to imagine--even as I pass an occupied house ... what the inhabitants are like, what do they do with their time, etc.
This was great, Thanks for opening our minds to make our own stories from your pictures. Your words prompt my imagination for sure.
Mari Mayborn said…
Felt the stretch in the back of my legs as I climbed the steep old stair and ducked under the low doorways to keep the cobwebs out of my hair. So good to wander through this old house and wonder with you.

Really enjoyed your post. BTW, I don't know the history of that chair, but it looks like its future is a little iffy, if you know what I mean.
Thanks again.
meyersonmission said…
We love exploring old houses too! And I do the same, I always wonder what the family was like that lived in them, why the house got abandoned, the dreams, the hopes, the plans of the person who originally built it. It's neat. :) -Anne Jisca

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