So, this place is probably completely trashed and ruined now. Luckily we got to see it a couple of weeks before it got its new 'residents'. Visited with UE-OMJ & LadyPandora
Anyway, this one goes by the name of “The House of The Fallen Soldier”
No idea why, it seem to belong to a Marine biologist / shipping manager that was entirely a civilian firm.
What was obvious tho is the love he had for his family. There were photos of them everywhere. Not in a creepy way, but a loving way. I spend my weekends doing this, but I was deeply saddened to see these mashed into the damp mossy floor downstairs. I don’t like moving things in the sites I visit, but on this occasion I felt compelled to move as many as I could to a dryer bit of the house. An over optimistic gesture, but I’m hoping these memories can be spared a little more time, even if only to be commited to the memories of other future explorers.
His two daughters:
I cant imagine ever seeing a photo of my offspring in this condition, even after I’m gone.
It’s odd to see them growing up as you sift through the house:
Mother or grandmother?
An old photo of some people on a camel…
“Rescued” photos:
As I was pouring over the old photos LadyPandora was reading some hand written letters. She noticed that they were from two separate women, even though they were dated around the same era, lol!
I looked round the rest of the house, and there’s jackets hanging up, crockery filling the cupboards, but still I felt compelled to ignore these and find more photos to pour over.
His career was his second love:
Thanks for reading.
Anyway, this one goes by the name of “The House of The Fallen Soldier”
No idea why, it seem to belong to a Marine biologist / shipping manager that was entirely a civilian firm.
What was obvious tho is the love he had for his family. There were photos of them everywhere. Not in a creepy way, but a loving way. I spend my weekends doing this, but I was deeply saddened to see these mashed into the damp mossy floor downstairs. I don’t like moving things in the sites I visit, but on this occasion I felt compelled to move as many as I could to a dryer bit of the house. An over optimistic gesture, but I’m hoping these memories can be spared a little more time, even if only to be commited to the memories of other future explorers.
His two daughters:
I cant imagine ever seeing a photo of my offspring in this condition, even after I’m gone.
It’s odd to see them growing up as you sift through the house:
Mother or grandmother?
An old photo of some people on a camel…
“Rescued” photos:
As I was pouring over the old photos LadyPandora was reading some hand written letters. She noticed that they were from two separate women, even though they were dated around the same era, lol!
I looked round the rest of the house, and there’s jackets hanging up, crockery filling the cupboards, but still I felt compelled to ignore these and find more photos to pour over.
His career was his second love:
Thanks for reading.