Pondering Life and the Things We Hold Dear-How Long Do They Last Really?

When I went to the High Tea at Lillian's house with my Aunt, I went for a short walk to a house of a different time. Perhaps this house had people who celebrated friendships with tea and bisquits too....who lived here and played the piano and drove the old truck to town for things a family might need. Who is left to testify to their lives...are there photos of the family somewhere in someone's home? This is why I love story quilts and what they say about people and things we love. Think about it, what are you leaving that will tell about who and what you care about?
I wonder about this old truck and who drove it and what they hauled and who they loved and worked for. The house, the piano and the truck all in ruin and no story for someone like me who wonders who lived here in Libby Montana and what was their story?

Closer up to the house I wondered about........why is the piano outside and who played it and enjoyed the music?

A view of a house and a piano out front that shows the ruins of time and weather...who lived here and who is related to them? What is their story that we don't know?
What was done in this building and who lived her long ago? Did they hold the same dreams that you and I hold? What were their families like and their hopes and dreams?

A field that once held children and families who ran and worked and looked at their property and the area that they lived in....

Mat 6:19-21 (TEB) "Do not save riches for yourselves here on earth, where moths and rust destroy, and robbers break in and steal. Instead, save riches for yourselves in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and robbers cannot break in and steal. For your heart will always be where your riches are."