This lovely barn is the one I grew up with, and they don’t make ’em like this anymore. I’m so grateful to my brother George, who now ranches and farms on the place we grew up on, that he cares enough to preserve it. It doesn’t get the use it did when we were kids…..no milkings twice a day for one thing, but it’s nearly 100 years old, and the home to many fond memories for all of us. SOLD
This painting reveals what must have been a great childhood. I love old barns but then who doesn’t?
We had the same one, I loved that old thing. It was the saddest part about selling the farm is when we couldn’t take it with us. Great one Gena.
Gena, I love it. Whenever I see an “old barn” just like your families, I wish it could talk… and tell me story for every event that took place under that roof ! What a wonderful piece of history.