It's GONE

Lonely front steps

When I drive to work, I take some smaller back roads that go through farmland. There is one little farm where a house in the distance often captured my attention. A cute square house with a small curved roof over the front door, a broken windmill stood behind it and a blanket of cornfield infront of it. When I see homes like this, I imagine when it was first built. The first family who was so proud to live there – able to truly see the fruits of their hard work manifest into a roof over their head, food on the table.

I admired this house to and from work every day until one day I almost drove off the road.

It was GONE! A backhoe sat next to where it used to be. My heart broke.

I have always felt like things have feelings, I always felt bad when I would get rid of toys, even books because they were something I loved, and I couldn't cast aside something I loved. My mom always said I was the kid who would come home from the fair with the one-eyed goldfish - it's true, I always would feel bad for the one eyed goldfish because no one else would pick him, so I gave him a home.

The same goes for homes. So much happens in a home, love, laughter, frustrations, spirit. How can you just demo that?

Brian and I have been kicking around the idea of starting a business. Architectural Salvage. Especially now while we are trying to find items for our house, the closest true salvage place is in Chicago, or Milwaukee or Madison, WI. I've talked to a few people and they have said that this area could USE something like this. After seeing the house above, I knew we had to do something. Just think of the items, the craftsmanship that was lost in a dumpster. So, game on.

After deliberatinng on names, for many reason we have decided that the most appropriate name is:

AMERICAN SEARCH & SALVAGE

My Dad is working on a logo now. More to come.