Goodbye to all that....

 A few weeks ago, this pile of rubble was a barn that was over a hundred years old (maybe more), and an elm tree that has been majestic and tall all of my life.

 Sometime today this house is due to be knocked down. My mother and her siblings measured their height on the kitchen wall, and then my sibs and I did the same, and then our children and my nieces and nephews had their height measured on the same wall.It's possible one of the grandbabies was measured here, but I don't think so.

Nobody lived in since I was born, except farm hands in the summer, and sometimes my Uncle in the summer. It had no heat except the firelace and woodstove in the kitchen.  The plumbing is the outhouse out back and the pump that used to be in the kitchen.

This was the living room.  I don't know why they put the books there- they aren't keepers, and now they are moldy and mildewy and raccoon scat bespattered.

 The critters have been having a heyday with the insulation.  This is an old card table (there are four of them, because when I was a girl we had picnics out here in the meadow next to the house).

 This is the kitchen. Of course, there's no power and all the windows are boarded up so actually it's nearly pitch black in there.  I couldn't see any of this junk when I took the picture.  Oh, and there are huge holes in the ceiling/attic floor, and a hole in the kitchen floor going to the cellar below.

This is why the wall of names and heights isn't being salvaged.

 The cellar.  The bed springs are just going with the house.  But my wonderful husband and son and son in law hauled out the tub.  One of the claw feet broke when they did it, but it's going to be a flower bed anyway.

Cellar again.  You wouldn't believe the broken glass all over this place.

Palate cleanser.   Moving on.