In photos: Roadside attractions
Photos and words by Elizabeth Lepro
These photos appeared in the first 2019 edition of Our Country Home.
Since I moved back to the area about six months ago, I’ve developed this habit.
It makes me stop in the middle of roads, roll down the windows in freezing temperatures, abandon my car with the hazards on. “I love you,” I whisper to an old farmhouse, its broken windows begging to be restored, peeling paint desperately hanging on to farmhouse-style paneling, support beams shivering in the cold.
There is absolutely nothing journalistic about this habit. I don’t know anything about the history of these houses, nor have I made any effort to track down their ownership. (I assume several of them are owned). Sometimes I don’t even remember exactly where they were, when I empty my memory card (or iPhone camera roll). I just know that at some point, someone built them, lovingly.
It is expensive and energy-consuming to restore these houses. Much more affordable, easier, less stressful, to have a prefab trucked in on Route 6. Some do get tender love and care from their owners, or a couple from the city moves up and renovates one into an art studio or Airbnb; a few are even lived in.
Others sit, beautiful and surviving.