The Hewitt Farm, is probably the abandonment that has stuck with me the longest. My photos are from a few years back, the house has since been demolished and turned into some sort of (unfortunate) suburbia! I used to walk along Fischer-Hallman Road often with friends and I would always walk by The Hewitt Farm and wonder if anybody lived there. In the summer there were bushy trees that covered the front of the houses so you couldn't tell how worn down it was. Eventually we took a chance and walked up the long drive way that was parallel to the cemetery, and we found this house that was completely lost in time.
It was a bit of a trek just to get inside, even though the doors were wide open. There were things littered all over the ground, some of it garbage, some of it rotting but then there were things like old mason jars and 50 year old glass ketchup bottles. Vintage pet medicines and newspapers from decades ago. The house had been trashed, anything "of value" must have been stolen, I was also warned about the racoons that had moved in upstairs. I say anything "of value" but I mean of value to anybody else, this house was full of memories and stories. This house was still completely alive with the memory of this man and his wife who lived there. A living museum of their time living there. There were books, old books dating back to the early 1900s with the dates written in his own hand, his wedding photos from the 1920s/1930s, and old negatives of him riding his horses in their yard next to the barn, black and whites of him and his dogs, letters of apology that he had written his wife, there were old radios, his furniture, his easel and even old paint tubes that were half full. You would almost feel like you're intruding, as if he was still there watching you reading and soaking in his life. The calendar still hung in the kitchen from 1975! Everything from the chipping wallpaper to the kitchen stove was a relic lost in time.
The basement was completely flooded and in the winter time it would freeze over enough that you could walk down there. There were hundreds of glass bottles stuck in the ice and in the summer it was almost impossible to get down there. The upstairs still had toys, come to think of it there were toys all around the house so they must have had grand children. Old wooden toys, and plastic horses.
The Hewitt Farm was rich in history and I'm sorry that it had to be torn down! I hope you enjoy my photo set!