PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD
His grandfather had this house built, over a century ago. It had been a proud mansion, 2-1/2 stories of fieldstone, a mile and a half from town, dwarfing nearby one-story wooden farm houses.
Times changed. Commerce changed. Businesses started up, and workers moved in. The city changed. Steadily it bloated out towards him, into pristine Mennonite farmland.
Now, the house was the last of its kind, on a busy street, a Lilliputian, towered over by apartment buildings. Developers constantly hounded him to sell. He would mourn the loss of his heritage, but it was time to surrender and move on.
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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
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Archon's Den 
Changes have to be accepted to move forward yes!
Nice one! 🙂
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We cannot save the past, only remember, and respect it. 🙂
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Nicely told, true in so many times and places.
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It’s an ongoing problem in Waterloo, Ontario, our twin city. There’s one magnificent house left, in a two block stretch, amid a forest of sunshine-blocking, 15/20 storey apartment blocks. Rochelle’s photo suggested the owner’s quandary. Had I the time, I might have driven up, to take and post, a matching picture. 😦
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This happens so often in so many areas…
Well done, sir!
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Thanx again. 😀
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A beautiful description of changing times, as the once proud behemoth of a mansion becomes a minnow surrounded by the giants of the modern age.
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Indeed! What once was large, now is small…. potatoes. 😯
Thanx for stopping by. 🙂
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Some call it progress. Delightfully different.
My story – ‘This way that way!’
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What I call it, is not fit to print on this family-friendly site. 😯
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Some things need to be preserved. New and improved paves the way to rootlessness many times.
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Some lab-rats can live among overcrowding. Others just can’t. My brother moved from a town with 2000 population, to a village of 800. The epicurean ‘restaurant‘ is named Gibby’s Grub. 😳
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In 1986, my mom went from a town with a population of 3530 to one with 72.
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