This weekend, we visited a 100 year old foundation from a hotel in Goshen, NY, which is set back in the woods across from Tom's grandmother's home. The hotel took months and months to build only to burn down days before its grand opening.
I've always felt sad looking at the debris of that tiny farm house, knowing it was once a vibrant source of pride and nourishment. And, yet, it is also comforting to look at while imagining that it served a family well for many years. I like to think that the family moved on to better things, maybe an easier way of life.
This hotel just felt plain sad. Its arched brick hallways and window wells show the meticulous work of many careful hands. There were large, stretched out rooms with fireplaces waiting for crowds and travelers (see above photograph). There was pride and anticipation and excitement, and then nothing. Fire and regret. Silence.
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