Every few weeks we get together with Sandy’s brother and sister and their spouses for lunch. These are wonderful family gatherings; memories flow freely, and every now and then I hear nuggets about Sandy’s early years.
This time we were just South of the town where Sandy grew up, at the home of her sister and her husband. On the adjacent farm sits an old barn, a dying form from our past – Bessie was a bit on edge, but had to check me out:
The following is the view from the front – my brother-in-law still uses this structure to store some farm implements:
What will happen to all the wood when this old barn comes down? How long before it comes down? Maybe a few storms down the road will do it?
I love old barns. Maybe when I have a little time I will run around the countryside in the Midwest to document this dying breed.
Do YOU think something should be done to rescue these? If so, what?
— Al Navas