They stand alone, isolated in the midst of bulldozers leveling nearby land for new development.
Curtains blow in the windowless openings.
Front porches are crumbling as a lonely wooden stool sits perched waiting for a visitor.
A home once filled with the smells of Thanksgiving feasts.
Babies once crawling, toddling, laughing and crying.
Adolescents who became adults left this home for a new life, shutting the door behind them.
A home filled with memories, now stands alone, empty.
It sits forlorn on the abandoned lot, distant memories forever lost.