Goodbye to a Nice Old House

Up here on the hill you can see a long way. And there was the sweetest old house right straight across the river, a lovely home nestled in the trees on Hickory Hill Road.

It was a pretty landmark among the green of summer, the blaze of autumn and the white and grey of winter....one of those places where if you said, "the white house on the curve on Hickory Hill", everybody all up and down the valley knew just where you meant.

Last night right before evening chores we began to hear sirens. We always notice, but with the heavy thaw we were thinking flooded basements down along the river. You get that this time of year.

However, when I went out, there was a pall of smoke stretching down the whole valley straight across the river from us. I could see that it was a very bad fire. The entire length of road that you could see from here was lined with emergency vehicles and more were coming and going continuously. You could smell the smoke in the barn all through milking.....

It was still going late last night. What a sad loss for the people who lived there and loved their fine old home. So many historic and wonderful buildings have been lost to fire around here lately. Things are never the same afterwards......

****You won't be able to read the story without paying, but you can see a photo of the house here at the paper.