... is the house my maternal grandmother lived in.
Some of you remember this post about my other grandparents' house. This one is falling down too. We pass this house every year on the way to the cemetary where my grandmother is buried, and every year I wonder "will the house still be there"? It has looked like its ready to fall down for many years, but now look, somebody is working on it. Suckers. Put it out of its misery. It's ruining a beautiful lot.