
Fathers Day is always a bittersweet day for Mom, so Ken and I took her for a ride up the lakeshore for the afternoon. A stop at A&W is always first, then up to the scenic turnouts. No matter that we grew up on the great lakes, we never tire of the views.

The only time I can ever get a picture of Ken, is when his back is to me and he doesn't know!

On the way back down the shoreline, Ken spotted this abandoned house, and knew I couldn't pass by without looking. It's obviously been vacant for several decades, and in total disrepair. Yet I found it intriguing.

In its day, this house was beautiful. the brick work, the stained glass window in the front, and the gingerbread work is amazing. I would have loved to go inside....til I looked at the window above this entrance. It just really gave me the creeps! I almost expected Miss Haveshome from a Charles Dickens novel, in her cobwebbed wedding gown and moldy wedding cake to come stand in the window.

But intriguing none the less. It was a very pleasant afternoon, and I know Mom enjoyed herself.