The House That Time Forgot

When I decided to have my home built in 1989, the lot on which it was to sit was bare. After checking, I learned that there had been a house that had burned to the ground on the site where my house was to be built. Since the neighborhood seemed like a nice neighborhood and there was a magnificent magnolia tree on the lot, I decided that this would be my home. Since my divorce, I had rented, thinking that I would probably never have another home of my own like the one when I was married. However, a builder showed me that I could build a house for the price I was willing to sink into a condo. This home would be built between the two houses that were already here. The house to my west was occupied by a widow lady. The house to the east was unoccupied. It is now 2015, and the unoccupied house is still unoccupied. I have met the owners several times when they have come down to make repairs. They live in Connecticut and have driven down, at the most, every five or six years. I could care less about the house, but oh how I would like to have the lot. I could have a garden and a pool were the lot mine. The last time I saw the owners I asked if they would consider selling it. Their response: “We’ll let you know.” That was more than five  years ago.

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About bobosbest

I am a 79-year-old retired English teacher whose writing goals are fulfilled by publishing these blogs. I have a wonderful married partner, Dimitris Tsitsiras, who is from Greece. Life is good and still an adventure.
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