Monday, January 23, 2012

Abandonment Issues: Frankford Fire House

Fight fire with fire

Snow covers the ground, and atop it, a thin layer of ice. Our feet crunch through it with every step toward the house. Crunch crunch crunch. A dead mourning dove frozen into the ice and snow greets us, face down. The house itself, shedding it's aluminum siding like a snake sheds skin.

Frankford Fire House

Mourning the mourning dove
Mourning the mourning dove

The old wooden door creeks open slowly with a nails on chalkboard type screech. The Frankford Road House, east of Frankford, Ontario, instantly reveals its history, and tells us its story. Well, the end of it at least. Fire ravaged this home. Two gorgeous pillars still stand, bisecting the large main rooms, but they are charred black. A rotary phone melted to the wall, drooping. Wooden furniture showing no visible signs of fire or smoke damage line the front wall, blocking the door and windows. The walls of the kitchen are pitch black, as are most of the cupboards. In the bathroom, the toilet is blacker than night, but the walls are just slightly blackened. On the bathroom counter rests a small pair of scissors. The smoke damage is glaringly obvious as I pick up the scissors and the impression of them remains on the counter. Back in the main room, the bottom of the staircase is charred, but at the top of the stairs, the banister is in remarkable condition. A long yellow upholstered couch with wooden arms stands prominently here, its cushions strewn about and torn. It's sibling, the chair, was covering a large hole in the floor downstairs. The three bedrooms are all in different states. The first, piled a few feet high with chairs and drawers and bed frames and wooden boards and so on. The second, empty and peeling, wallpaper hanging from the ceiling like stalactites in a limestone cave. The third, empty but for the snow drifts lining the walls, and the door, which is unhinged and leaning against the far wall. Holes in the roof shine rays of light down through the attic and onto the second floor, and a tiny dusting of snow glimmers.

Farm hill knob
Farm hill knob

Walk into the light
Walk into the light

Fire!
Fire!

The big yellow chair
The big yellow chair

Burnt
Burnt

Cooked
Cooked

H2uhOh!
H2uhOh!

I don't give a shit
I don't give a shit

Showered
Showered

Scissor sisters
Scissor sisters

Burnt out
Burnt out

Off the hook
Off the hook

Fire and ice
Fire and ice

Turn of the century
Turn of the century

Pipe dreams
Pipe dreams

Ray of light
Ray of light

Untitled for no apparent reason
untitled for no apparent reason

You light up my life
You light up my life

Lofty expectations
Lofty expectations

Got wood?
Got wood?

Walk this way
Walk this way

Stalactites
Stalactites

Adrift
Adrift

Portal
Portal

Field of dreams
Field of dreams

Love and light
Love and light

It was all yellow
It was all yellow

Would you like some cheese with that twine?
Would you like some cheese with that twine?

The doors
The doors

The ins and outs
The ins and outs

Thanks for stopping by and visiting. Goodbye for now.

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2 comments:

Baby Step Dad said...

A friend shared your post about the old Sidbrook Hospital, and I loved it. I lived in Cobourg once, and it was a retirement home then. I really loved the honesty you put in there. I shared it, and then five of my friends from there did too. Amazing work, and please keep it up.
BSD

Rusty said...

I am curious, what happened to this place? why is it all burnt?