the skip has arrived over the road, which heralds the beginning of the end for the modest timber house more valued today for its land than its history or private domestic heritage. I heard the auctioneer announce to the street that it has been in the one family since it was built in the 30's and the grand-daughter was the vendor with mixed emotions. The garden is a bare square with an old timber garage and clothes line, but the block is deep enough to be coveted. The herbacious border next to the flats is a kind of last stand of Yates recreation. No one gardens like that anymore. Modest expectations of a chrysanthemum culture.
Since it was sold I've noticed its condemned face, with the heavy lidded blue blinds awaiting its fate. The physiognomy of its replacement is likely to be indifferent.
Our house - Histories of Australian Homes. Victoria
Textism - The Physiognomy of Houses in the South Cévenne Region: A Photographic Survey
A history of Yates Garden Guide
Comments: sad houses
Toongabbie gets a gig.
Posted by Tony.T at January 25, 2004 09:29 PM
Actually I think that's the way I found that site a couple of years ago, through googlin' tooners.
(Toongabbie: gateway to the www.)
Posted by boynton at January 25, 2004 10:15 PM