# 983. Excerpt from my own blog!

The story of Barry - Part 1

The house that we live in was built in 1948, and was part of the homes that were built in this area for employees of the mill. We are the 2nd house down from the abandon burnt out mill, from my understanding, the 1st and 2nd homes on this end were the managers homes, these two homes are set aside from the town on a short little road that was the old mill driveway. There used to be a gate here, where the log trucks would line up in front of our house waiting for the mill gate to open.

These homes in this area were part of your employment, and you were purchasing the home from the mill, via working or some kind of arrangement, I dont know the details. Anyhow, the point is there is history in this area. I love old stuff, and old stories. I know my house is not that old, but its old enough for me to enjoy the history, the 40's are my favorite era in the 1900's, so all my stuff fits perfectly in this house.

When we moved in, we remodeled and did a ton of work, we had been here maybe 6 months, when the old nieghbor man finally started talking to us, he lives in the 1st house down from the mill; he came over and was talking to my hubby about this house and the single man who used to live here and took such good care of the yard. Then he tells him, "yeah, I was the one who found him, when he died". Of course, being a man, my hubby gets no details, and then tells me later.I am a little freaked out, I mean the thought of someone dying in this house, had crossed my mind, that is part of history, and I always wonder about death.

A couple days later the old man comes over again, and we are both in the yard, and we ask about this man, and he says " he died, committed suicide", I am now staring at my feet in shock unable to form thought. My hubby carries on, knowing that if he doesnt get details this time, he will hear about it. He asks where, and the man says "in the house, blew his head off ", and goes on to tell us that he heard the gunhsot, and that he has never been inside our house before and has only looked in through the door and window while standing on the front porch.Thats it, he drops this bomb and then heads home.

This old man reminds me of the old man in the Scooby-doo cartoons, you know the guy, the old man with the disheveled white hair, that tells the scary story to the Scooby-doo kids, and then rips off his mask, and gives the evil laugh. I swear its the same guy.