Just another barn, or not

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I have many images of barns, so though this is just another barn, it has a history all its own. The murmurs and rustling of the animals, the voices of those who tended them. Even those of the builders of this barn I believe resonate still at a level we can’t quite here, but can feel.


To be saved

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When we drove by on Wednesday and I saw the windows being removed I feared for the time left for the barn. Joe and I went by today, and saw a sign on the side for a restoration company. Then, a man pulled up and we asked him about the barn’s future. It turns out the property has been purchased by a local land trust. Only a couple lots will be sold off in 2 acre parcels for houses to help cover the costs of the restoration. Plus, an added bonus for me, I can stop by and get some interior shots.

Losing it

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The barn sits on 90 acres, the hard used rental that sits across the road is all boarded up. The logging trailers sit beside it. The highway is but a stone’s throw away. I think we can all guess the future of this barn is looking grim. From the street side it looks like a regular old barn, a bit worn maybe, but sturdy. Once I saw the boarded up house I made a point to stop so I could take a closer look at the barn. And I wasn’t disappointed when I peeked in through a gap in the door.


I was blown away at the space and light. What a work of art in its own right. There is no house that could be built here that could rival this structure.

Early morning stroll


The last time I was visiting my mom I went for a morning walk up the road by her house. I can’t really call it my house, or home, anymore as I have lived longer at my current address than I did at that one. Weird how adulthood does that, it is home, and home and home until one day it just isn’t anymore. This barn is on the opposite side of the road from my childhood home and once housed dairy cows, then thoroughbreds and finally just a few old horses that dwindled to just one. The property has been subdivided into 2 large lots that once were fields, and the house and outbuildings are also on the market. This is the barn my occasional babysitter would take me to, and I have vague recollections of playing in the hayloft. But maybe that is not so at all, memory is a funny thing and often what is remembered is not quite accurate, or ever even happened. It wouldn’t surprise me if we did play in the barn, kids did things like that back then. Our own barn was out of use and a rather dark, scary place, this one being in use had a life to it. I believe the cows were gone by then, but there was a horse, and I have the picture of me at a tender age sitting on it with Debbie the reins. So I can safely say that did happen. I am hopeful that the 2 houses that go in will not be monstrosities, and that whomever buys the house brings life back to all the buildings. I might not live next door anymore, but would like to see things done right.