DO YOU EVER WONDER, as I do, about the history of a place?
Look at this old farm site in the area of Ellsworth in western Wisconsin:
Imagine the farmer who settled here, proud to own a piece of land. Consider how he labored to build a barn and a house and then erected a windmill.
The windmill once stood proud, fins catching the wind, providing energy to pump water from the well. An old pump remains dwarfed in the presence of the now bladeless windmill.
The barn, with numerous additions, seemingly defies age in her strong, straight rooflines. But her windows are boarded, her roof rusted.
Mismatch of fence panels askew presents a certain disconnected visual chaos.
Was it illness or lack of money or a non-caring attitude or none of the above that caused this farm site to fall into disrepair and apparent abandonment?
What happened to the house? Who drove the vintage car? Where are the horses? So many questions and no answers.
The place is for sale, or maybe it’s just the car and/or manure spreader.
What is the story of this farm? Every place, every person, writes a story.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling