There is something about the Old Barns across our country that stir up childhood memories in many of us. The smell of fresh straw, grain bins and hay lofts, will never be experienced by the babies growing up today
I remember the stables beneath the barn where the bigger than life draft horses would enjoy contentment on A Sunday afternoon
A visit to the farms.... where every Sunday the steps to the story book, Victorian farm house would be filled with Sunday visitors and family sitting in a row on the steps. The large porch was filled, everyone enjoying each others company...after all Sunday was a " Day of Rest" not for working or shopping or Walmarts...no.....
.A day to visit with friends at a beautiful old farm house where the flower gardens were always beautiful and fragrant, grandma always in the kitchen and my grandpa ....with his best friend his Shepherd dog at his side would wander the 100 acre farm bring home fresh fruit from the orchard and water cress from the spring near the creek.
On a hot summer Sunday, the swimming hole, Stone Wall along the creek, was the gathering place to be.
We would know when grandma and grandma had a disagreement...he would sit on the front porch...she would sit on the side porch...but nary a nasty word between them.
A family of thirteen children....Now that is a Walton family...my Aunts and Uncles. The old house is gone ...the only remnant
of the " Good Old Days" was the barn and now...it's gone.
This barn was on my grandparents farm and dismantled, taken down and placed on a new home site...good by old barn..but never good by to fun memories and the " Good Old Days "
* credit for photo to Jan Greenlaw Mills
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I remember my grandmother talking about the good old days, now I reminisce to my children of days long gone. Hopefully you got a piece of wood for remembrance.