You just can’t make this up!
Honestly it may have been pretty 100 years ago but being on the marsh and with all of our nasty coastal storms, in a town that has seen more than a few summer homes swallowed by the sea, I see it as a ratty reminder of how truly a wicked spouse can be. See I had one too :)
It was nasty smelling with mildew of course, so much of the home was in disrepair but damn there were people crying foul, as well as shedding real tears, as she was leveled last week.
Protesting the knockdown to the very end, kind of silly to me as the ex-wife never called it home though it sold a few times the weather was taking it back piece by piece.
Hot summers, wet ground, storm after storm adding insult to injury on the once pretty Pink House.
Here it the whole torrid story of our New England “PINK HOUSE” which once sat where it is once again open marsh, where so much salt marsh hay is harvested.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_House_(Newbury,_Massachusetts)
Oh a few photographers were sad that they did not have this home for visiting Canadian/Artic Snowy Owls to pose for them on, but again really, there are maybe a thousand more buildings it can perch on, they are just on private property, where you can’t enter to get in this beauties face.
I shot mine from inside my car, across the street and used a zoom feature. Once one flew away from photographers hounding it and landed beside the dog and me, I took 3 quick shots and moved away so it could hunt.
There is another dump (ratty outbuilding) across from where this pink house stood, really just a shack and for the longest time there were these painted words on the end you see as you head over the bridge onto Plum Island, “No Way Out!” a throwback to when the Seabrook Nuclear plant was being built, and excavation routes were being setup by the State of Massachusetts, should there be a disaster the locals wanted you to know you were done for, with no way out, in bumper-to-bumper beach traffic.
New England is rich with stories from the past but nowhere near what the old countries can share.
Eunice
Folsom Mill Studio/Eunice Miller 
I’ve been by the pink house many times! I had idea of its history (or purported history).
Yes, I know someone who was in school with someone who lived there briefly.
Interesting! I was always intrigued by it.
I love the lines of this house!
Old New England wealthy homes even sea captains.
Lovely picture of the owl.
Such a pretty house, but a case of being in the wrong spot! It was what we would call a ‘white elephant’- something odd stuck out of place on its own. We used to have a pub called the White Elephant in my hometown and always wondered why. Then my Dad told me it used to stand alone in a field until other houses were eventually built up around it! My Dad has so many good stories about the town he grew up in, but they will probably die with him as he refuses to write anything down!
Over here in the states we have a group that sends a book and a new question each day and at the end they send you a finished book.
Can you image you are ordered to build your ex wife a home and sit her in the marsh A hole for sure