There were two old barns on our property when our family moved here 1995. If you’re a regular reader to this blog, then you know we already use the big red barn to host an annual music festival we call “Applejam“. What you may not have known is there is another old dairy barn on our property that dates back to the 1880′s or before. You can still see the ax marks on the beams:
Currently this older barn is sitting empty. It is in need of a lot of TLC. Our long term plan is to restore this relic from the past and use it all year round for receptions, parties, and music festivals. If you would like to contribute to this project financially, let me know. I am willing to donate all of the man power- (I’m a general contractor by day.) we need $75,000 to pull this off- if this is something you’d love to get behind leave me a comment and we can talk more. We are in the midst of setting up a 501 (c) (3) non profit corporation- to support the arts (music, authors, artists, poets) so, if you love history, or the arts, this is the perfect way to invest in both. I’ll close with this poem from another wordpress blogger:
When I see an old barn, my thoughts return home
To the place where I lived ere I started to roam.
I think ever fondly of our barn full of hay,
Where, as youthful children, we would frolic and play.
We’d tie ropes to the rafters; we could climb there with ease,
And pretend we were men on the flying trapeze.
We would fly high and low; we’d swing and we’d sway,
Then, when we got tired, we would fall on the hay.
In the sweet-smelling hay, we would lie on our backs
And look at the sunbeams in the sun through the cracks.
We’d play “cops and robbers” and fall “dead” on the hay;
There were so many games that we children could play.
We could play “hide and seek”, there were places to hide.
There were kittens to play with and horses to ride.
We could drive in the milk cows from the field down below;
Never get them excited, but drive them in slow.
Now, the barn is not there: there are houses instead,
But those ever sweet memories are still in my head.
I can never forget the contentment and charm
Of those sweet summer days that we spent in the barn.