The house was not abandoned…just mostly empty with no current occupant living in it. The house ‘whispered’ its stories to me as I wandered through, camera in hand.

Generations of one family had lived in the once stately farm house in rural Tennessee.

While photographing, I ‘heard’ stories of the family celebrating births and honoring deaths in this house. I ‘heard’ the pitter patter of little feet growing up in this house.  I ‘heard’ families celebrating Christmases, birthdays, first dances, graduations, engagements, and many other family holidays and events in this house. I ‘heard’ the giggles and laughter; the songs of celebrations.  The house ‘whispered’ stories of life’s joys….and yes, life’s sorrows.

What stories do you ‘hear’ through these images?  I invite you to share what you ‘hear’ by leaving a comment.

 

 

 

 

Contributed by Sue Henry

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I am so very grateful to dear friends who allowed me the honor and privilege of photographing their family home-place.