LZP sent me the above picture for my birthday; he ordered it and then it was backlogged and then the place only shipped on Fridays and, well, it got here on 70 years + 9 days. And that’s fine. In fact, it was really a treat. Like Christmas when I was a kid- a special surprise. Der Bingle did not spill the beans – although I know it was hard for him.
LZP said it reminded him of Indiana and it is a very familiar scene to me – I can’t remember not knowing about weathered old barns. I grew up with a lot of them around; I grew up with one just to the east of us where corn or soybeans grow now. My mother told me that once when I was maybe two, they looked up to see me in my pink ruffled shorts running after my grandfather up the barn path as “fast as your little legs could carry you.” I don’t remember it, but I remember her remembering it.
Thank you, LZP. Thank you very much.
I shall have to put up a picture of the barn on the ranch I grew up on. It still stands strong, dominating over the yard and corrals. You can see it for several miles before you pass it because it is so huge. I can’t drive by it without getting a bit sad as I can no longer go and visit the place and see the childish drawings and scrawls that I contributed to on the inside walls.
Yes, I do believe I will have to post a picture of it.
In other barn news my sister had to tear down their old barn. The foundation had deteriorated to the point that it wasn’t safe to be inside it and they decided a new barn was in order, a better choice than squashed cows. Seems there is a law in Wisconsin that says you can’t burn a barn. So they tore it down and salvaged what they could and sadly one afternoon a stray spark caught the remaining trash pile on fire.
For a long time in Chicago, I had an old barn door as part of the decor in my family room. I loved it and then somehow the realtor/mover left it behind.