Ambrose, North Dakota
This house stood just four doors down the street from where we were staying. I had walked by it numerous times, sometimes taking Beans for a walk. I never realized there stood a house behind that wall of shrubbery.
There were three cement steps up from street level onto the front walkway.
Hard to see but they are there.
This house provided easy access with the front door wide open.
I could tell right away that this house stood out from all the rest with its design.
It may have been one of the more expensive homes in town at the time.
It had two stoves. A small plain looking electric and...
...this beautiful old wood burner.
The refrigerator and probably upright freezer had been tossed out into the back yard.
Had the lady of the house devoted how many hours creating this pillow cushion?
The stairs to the second floor were much nicer than any of the other houses.
Wonderful woodwork that must have glowed with polish.
No other set of stairs in the other homes had this nice switchback design.
This house was showing an excessive amount of crumbling plaster.
All the balusters were missing.
They must be a collector’s item for some reason.
It was up here on the second level I could see this house was losing the battle against time and decay.
Sunlight streamed in from the ceiling...
...and through the walls.
How much rain, hail, sleet and snow comes in through the exposed roof?
It all settles on the floor accelerating the rotting away.
I stood there looking at the floor in front of me hearing the voice of Billy in my head saying
“This place is going to fall apart around you.”
I imagined myself going through the floor.
I took once final photo of the current residents
then carefully but quickly got out from that crumbling mansion-a mansion by Ambrose standards.
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I saw your comment Ellen on my email feed. Don’t know why it doesn’t show on the blog. There is one there ‘deleted by author’. There is a reply on yesterday’s post that may answer your question.