Apple Country House
Jesus, believe in him or not, is still very much inhabiting the Cramahe Apple Country House. He appears on posters and calendars and he is paraphrased on a piece of glass that ninja IX lifted from a box of religious doodads and placed on the window sill. "Suffer little Children to come unto ME." His image is fading behind years of dust accumulated on a glass frame on the floor, amongst other material objects. Records from the 1930s, 40s and 50s are also scattered about the kitchen floor. Dirty dishes cover the kitchen counter and a small closet adjacent is stocked with fire wood. Someone died here, i kept thinking, though i didn't bring it up with my wife ninja IX until after we had left. Maybe they had no family, or the next of kin wasn't interested in inheriting giant antiquated record players and televisions under the watchful eyes of so many different interpretations of Jesus, the thought pattern continued. Outside the front door, a dozen or so birds chirped feverishly at us inside, protecting their young in the handful of nests built in the wild overgrowth attaching itself to the house. The floor in the kitchen has been compromised and is not safe by any means, a trend that seems to be continuing in my most recent adventures. A couple of those stories are for another day though. Clothing litters the floors of the bedrooms on the second floor, with a few garments still hanging in the closets, some of them ravaged by raccoons for pocket scraps. Feces is everywhere, in some places, like in the couch, it is piled a foot high. From my perspective, a house with this many signs of Jesus and organized religion being completely full of shit seemed somehow appropriate.
The death theory remains a hunch however and i have no evidence to offer up, it was just a feeling that came over me. My right hand research man Vital Films is on the case though, and i'll update the post when i have some factual information.
walk into the light
the tube
the tv and radio always lie, but the couch is full of shit.
walter cronkite
feminisn't
women's lib
the door is ajar, the jar is adored.
Suffer little Children to come unto ME.
for the record...
back in the day
stove top sombrero
couch surfing
shapely
jesus is in the house y'all
SALEM SNACK BAR
FROM BOTH OF US With Deepest Sympathy
Solemn Consecration of our Family to the Sacred Heart of Jesus
Electrohome RIVIERA
everything and the kitchen sink
Let us head upstairs together, shall we?
the doors
the house acknowledges the chair
sideshow blob
musical chairs
making the banned list
guitarded
deuces wild
purple haze
pocket scrap dinner for the raccoons
mirror mirror on what remains of the wall...
bathing suite
hi fashion
shit stairs
da crib
I only post my very favorite houses on the blog, so check out my abandonment issues flickr collection for lots more rad spots like the M.O.M. House and the J. Bonneau Farm.
Until next time my friends, keep one eye on the road, and scope with the other.
click here to check out all of jerm & ninja IX's ABANDONMENT ISSUES
4 comments:
I would disagree with this statement: "A house with this many signs of Jesus and organized religion being completely full of shit seemed somehow appropriate."
There are explorers of the Catholic faith and the topic of religion is much like politics - if you're going to put down someone else's beliefs you are insulting someone else's beliefs. Just something to keep in mind, neutrality is sometimes better.
I understand your point anonymous and I respect everyones beliefs, however, the jermalism blog is intended to share these experiences from my perspective, and that is my perspective.
Wow, the places you post are more than amazing. I want to start coming with you from now on! Keep up the excellent photo's. :)
Where is this building? I think I might have found it while I was out driving. is it on a street called Colton just on the east side of Colborne?
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