Someone was happy there once.
When I was a kid, every time we passed an abandoned farmstead, my grandmother would always say, "Someone was happy there once." I always liked to imagine kids playing in the yard, or folks sitting on the porch. As an adult, I can see what a positive spin Grandma put on what was a sad situation. Obviously, the farmstead was in decay, the house collapsing on itself, and nothing but empty prairies around it. Yet, Grandma chose to concentrate on what it had meant to someone. I like that.