It’s time for another Photo Phrisbee Wednesday, hosted by the ever phabulous Marilyn. I went a few years into the WABAC machine for today’s gallery, to a time when I was still calling the real nest my home, featuring the fall of the house of
Usher our bizarre next door neighbors.
The house I grew up in was a modest two-story right across the street from a chemical plant in the industrial part of town. Because the homes in my area quickly fall into disrepair due to the constant tremors from all of the nearby plants shaking the foundations into pebbles, and the real estate’s not exactly booming, what you see here is generally what happens when homes go vacant for too long. The blocks around my neighborhood are heavily dotted with vacant tracts of land where the city has stepped in to raze the shabby structures that were once homes in my formative years.
In the 31 years I made the old homestead my residence, there were three sets of neighbors in the yellow house next door (It had yellow siding that was removed before it met its maker here). Some guy named Max, a really old couple with a dog named Pal, and lastly there was your typical redneck family of three…
The man’s name was Keith, though we called him Keifer. He dropped dead of a “heart attack” back in 2001, and we always suspected his wife did him in for the insurance money… especially since it was quite obvious from her physical appearances that she had a meth habit to support.
With Keifer out of the picture, the couple’s teenage cunt of a daughter took over… or I should actually say, the juvie hall boys she hung out with ruled the roost while her mother was either too stoned or too scared to do anything about it. They were a menace to society if ever there was one, and often got in territorial pissing matches with my Dad. I lost the back window of my Neon one night in retaliation for my Dad calling the cops on them. When the Meth Queen finally OD’ed herself into an early grave in 2007, the daughter and the punks really had a field day with the fort all to themselves. No red condemned signs nor interventions from Child Protective Services could keep them away from their very own teenage wasteland.
After two years of sitting as an eyesore and a den for assorted young hooligans and bums, our beloved city finally sent the bulldozer out to knock the piece of crap to the ground on February 20, 2009. I grabbed my Mom’s camera and took these pictures of progress in action!
The lot is still an empty tract of grass with nary a scar of the old structure remaining on it… and almost certainly will remain that way for the foreseeable future. Such is life in the old part of town in an area that nobody in their right mind would ever try to revive due to the constant shakes and the metal flake showers from the nearby steel mill. Suburban blight at its finest.
And the walls came crumblin’ down….
I’ll have more pics from the album that are guaranteed to bring the house down next Wednesday…