Not Isaac Petch Farm House, The Un-Demolished Version

I photographed the Isaac Petch Farm house back in mid April and I tell you the truth I don’t even know if the house is still standing. These days old historic houses in Aurora drop like flies.

Correction, this is not the Isaac Petch Farm House. I need to find out more. When I photographed this house I was under impression that this house belonged to Petch Family, but hanging around people in Aurora, I learned that I am completely wrong here. December 7th, 2012.

Demolishing process is actually interesting process. First they, the demolishing guys, take the longest time to clean up around the house, then suddenly dig into, let it fall, scoop and go – and its all done and gone.

Just like with the non-existent now the Browning House – I managed to take photos before and after and absolutely nothing in between.





Noticed the light bulb?

I don’t know how old that light bulb is? I am sure that all the electrical services are disconnected to the house so there is no army of electrons marching to generate light to illuminate the house. But I happened to notice that as everything ages around the house including the house itself, that glass light bulb seems prefect.

That perfect light bulb probably not energy efficient has no purpose anymore. That farm house probably not energy efficient as well has no purpose anymore. But this is not why we are demolishing this house or everything else of historical value on this end of the town. May be just why not?


Last month after visiting Hillary House I ventured out for a walk around the corner, the Catherine Avenue. I thought that I will just stay on that street and then turn around to go back to my car, but I was so overwhelmed with the beautiful historic houses on that street that I ended up on Spruce Street.


As I walked on Spruce Street one of the houses reminded me almost exactly the Isaac Petch Farm house. First it was that tall chimney stack on the side of the house. But that was not it. It was also that color of the brick. I think we all can see that the contrast between the red brick and the kind of yellow earthy brick on the farm house is quite intriguing.


I find that rather coincidental for the two houses, one on Wellington Street and the other on Spruce Street to be somehow apart yet to look so alike.

Well, may be there is hope for this fallen tree. I hope someone gets an idea and relocate to a pond or even arboretum. It would make a great perching tree for birds.


Every year ready for Christmas, but those Christmas lights will not shine again.



Probably the only thing now that is trying to hold on to the farm house. Surreal.



So I thought I shine some light on preservation, but oops there is no light. On the other hand I think I should go back and check if the house is still there.