When you drive Indiana’s back roads, it is not yet uncommon to come upon great old houses like this one.
Can you imagine the complete bucolic scene? There’s probably a barn off to the right, and cornfields to the left, and cows. There must be cows somewhere.
Yeahhhhh, not so much.
This great house, which I figure must have been built in about 1860, give or take 20 years, is surrounded by vinyl-village subdivisions and office parks in Fishers, Indiana. You can hear the traffic on Interstate 69, which is just out of the photo to the right.
I drive by this house every Thursday morning on my way to work. I live in northwest Indianapolis, but my sons live with their mom in Fishers, 22 miles away. My boys stay with me overnight Wednesday while school is in session, so we get up in the dark Thursday morning and drive across town so they can catch their school bus. Most of the year my drive is entirely in the dark, but in May and August the sun rises as I head back across town to go to work. The morning light was perfect last Thursday, so I pulled over for these photographs.
Except for the overgrown bushes in front, this house looks to be taken care of. But there’s no evidence anybody lives in it. I wonder about its history.