The House, Part One.

by Lori Dwyer on January 26, 2012 · 13 comments

A photo heavy post, which is why it’s in two halves….

The very last time I take my dog Scarlette for a walk was the first- and, if I’m honest, only- time I’ve taken a proper, long walk around the TinyTrainTown. No particular reason why I haven’t walked more… time constraints, I suppose, and the general unpleasantness of it- while the scenery is bushland and muted green scrub and entirely beautiful, the cars screaming past at a hundred clicks an hour are not.

But the first time, optimist that I am, Scarlette and I walked for a good two kilometers down the road from the TinyTrainHouse, and we walked it quickly, given that my children were in the safe hands of my mother and there was no toddler-paced dawdling to slow us down. We walked past a church, the train lines, a row of rotting, disused telegraph poles with porcelain caps still attached to the top. We walked past houses, mostly newer and brick or clad, some older and wooden and mysterious.

Front yards are varied- large and small, some have fences, some not; some are overgrown and snarled with brackenfern and spiky blackberry bush, grevillea and small eucalyptus. Very few are manicured, but most are neat and somewhat tidy, the debris of busy lives poking through- a bike dropped there (at least it’s safe enough here, still, for children to drop their bikes on the front lawn and lope freely through their front door without even the thought that it may be gone when they return for it); a pile of timber destined for the council pick up here, toys and tools and the junk that makes up people’s lives settled comfortably around garden beds that are occasionally, maybe even lovingly, tended to.

That is why I pay no particular attention to the block of land I am approaching. It’s a large block, obviously, the overgrown tendrils of it’s suburban–ish jungle poking out and falling over themselves to get past a structure of rotted wood and rusty wire that I think was once a fence.

It’s when I get to what used to be a letterbox that I actually look, see beyond three feet in front of me.

Standing there, set back from the road and covered in what looks to be fifty years worth of overgrowth– is a house.

I’m thrilled. Urban decay… I love this shit.

If you’re a suspicious, hopeful skeptic like me… you’ll be wanting a close up of those orbs. Tomorrow, I promise.

This house has boards of wood missing and it’s paint faded long ago. The miniature jungle around it has taken over, not only covering the house and, on closer inspection, the handful of outbuildings; but growing into it and through it, clutching at windowpanes and forcing itself into cracks in the floor.

One of the outbuildings is–was– a laundry. It still has a massive old fashioned wringer machine tub, and a fireplace to boil water for washing. There is a cracked and greed mirror still hanging on one wall.

There are still clothes here. Women’s clothes, which may have been quite nice or quite cheap in their day, I can’t tell. Some are crumpled on the floor, dusty piles that I can only imagine have nests of tiny rats in them; but some are still hanging oh the bamboo rod where they have been for… I don’t know. Thirty years, forty? Maybe longer.

This house is so strange, it makes me catch my breath. Piled on what I’m guessing was the front verandah are boxes and baskets and old steam trunks. There are bags and shoes, hundreds of balls of wall and jumpers that look hand knitted. There are tools and art supplies rusting in amongst broken boards and an array of farcically miscellaneous objects, some women’s things, some men’s.

 To be continued….

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Shellye February 15, 2012 at 4:52 pm

If that were a home in the states, people would have already picked through those belongings and probably sold the wringer washer on ebay or Craig's List, and the homeless would be staying in it for shelter. It amazes me that the place is untouched. What mystery surrounds the former tenant's departure?


marketingtomilk January 28, 2012 at 5:32 pm

creepy. i wonder what the story behind this scene is, that they had to leave so quickly. Or that noone was around to tidy up after they went.



Emma January 27, 2012 at 8:54 pm

That pic with the orbs … It's all blurry underneath them. Look closely. Some white lines too!?! Anyone else noticed that??


Kevin Westerman January 27, 2012 at 1:23 am

That's really cool and sad in a way.

At one time that home was brand new and the people living there were so excited to have a new home. A home they could call their own and do what they want with and start their life. Never did they imagine it would ever be what you saw, a rotting mess.

Glad you posted this. I'm looking forward to part 2.


Emily @ January 26, 2012 at 9:55 pm

THAT is a gold mine….


toushka lee January 26, 2012 at 9:50 pm

I also love this shit. Can't wait for part two.


Miss Pink January 26, 2012 at 7:58 pm

I too have a fascination with derelict houses. Those abandoned homes which make you wonder what happened? Why was this house just discarded. Nature taking back what was originally it's own home.
I am not brave enough to enter one though like you. I just stare, wishing I knew it's story.


Draft Queen January 26, 2012 at 1:03 pm

Out here, we call what you are doing here "urbexing" and I happen to LOVE doing it. One of the things I'm less than thrilled about is that I currently can't, unless we find an ideal place, until I'm able to run again. Because trespassing is illegal, and all. We have a penchant for old mental hospitals. So deliciously creepy. Can't wait to see more pictures!


Carbonscam February 16, 2013 at 12:17 am

Why don,t you check out Bodington hospital in Wentworth falls.
I,m sure you would like that visit, its at the end of the road Kings table land-turn left directly at the top of bodington hill.


Lori Dwyer February 18, 2013 at 10:12 pm

Awesome- thanks so much CS, I will have to check that out! :) x
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Steph(anie) January 26, 2012 at 11:56 am

Surely someone owns it still? Can't wait to see more :)


Something Gorgeous January 26, 2012 at 10:49 am

How intriguing. Would love to know the history and what happened and why the occupants left??


Mrs BC January 26, 2012 at 2:09 pm

Ooooh Awesome! I love this kind of stuff! Can't wait for part 2.


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