This is a house I drive by every Wednesday on my way to a weekly auction. It makes me sad every time I see it because I wonder what happened to the family that lived there. Who were they? Where did they go? Why is the house abandoned? In my mind I can see it as the beautiful farmhouse it must have been, situated at the end of its long winding driveway, perched on a small hill, softly shaded by the giant oak tree. Every time I see it I dream about buying it, restoring it and keeping it as a weekend retreat. It is such a hauntingly beautiful house, just waiting for me to rescue it, to bring it back to life and make it a home again.