Unfortunately, as is common in growing towns old buildings must go. There was talk among our town's Historical Preservation group to try and have it registered as a landmark, but the cost was prohibitive. So, as I drive to my various destinations I look at the building as it is slowly and meticulously dismantled and wonder what it must have looked like in it's hey-day.
Who shopped there? What did they buy? Did they run into old friends and spend some time catching up with each other?
|The large grain bin can be seen in the "heart" of the building|
I hate "progress" like this. I felt the same way as I watched a company come in and dismantle my grandparents' centennial farm for hotels and restaurants. I know it can be a necessary evil, but somehow it still feels just evil.
|The lumber waiting for a buyer|
Until next time, love from the farm.