abandoned farm houses


Crazy car lady’s house
I watched this house for a few years before I finally got to explore it. The lady who lived here actually just lived in her car and used the house more as a place to store her garbage. My grandma and aunt went exploring with me when we found out she was forced to move into town. She didn’t live in her car because she didn’t have money. She owns three properties and instead of buying a new car when hers rusted out she had the body of a matching one shipped from out east. She also tried to get my uncle to roof this house in this condition. The house was never updated after her parents passed and has no running water. She used a bucket for the bathroom( which now you can only get to from the ladder). I find this lady so fascinating. Things in the house included a 48 star flag, multiple sets of the same shirt still in the shipping package, some of the most beautiful antiques I’ve ever seen, Victorian photos, and a wedding dress.


Most of us have seen the 1941 movie “Sgt. York” about the life of the WWI hero Alvin C. York.   To show their appreciation of York’s heroism during the war, the State of Tennessee presented him with a home and farm down in the fertile “bottomland” that was so much better for farming than the rocky, mountainous land where he grew up. 

This is the actual house and farm that was purchased for Sgt. York.   It’s located in Pall Mall, Tennessee. 

Unfortunately, we weren’t able to go inside the house when we visited it in Februry, 2017, because it was closed for restoration.     We hear that it’s just recently been reopened.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're ok explaining your pieces (they have a wonderful sense of mystery!) but I'm so curious about 'Suburban Curse', it makes me feel something very unique and I was wondering where the idea came from?

This one’s a little tough to explain but I’ll do my best, haha. When I was younger, still in my little hometown, I spent a lot of evenings riding my bike out on the ‘dry farms’–endless fields with owl-ridden silos that boom and echo, abandoned wooden farm houses like sad islands in oceans of wheat, and long rows of powerlines on the skyline that could feel like the last thing tying you to the real world. Sometimes when I was out there, in the late heat, I’d imagine that I saw strange people standing in the fields, people who weren’t people. Sometimes it felt like I was looking at myself.

Long ramble, but that piece has something to do with that feeling.