Old Barns and MemoriesOctober 1st, 2010 at 3:04 pm by Mark Allen under Mark Allen's Journal, WTHI Blog
I love old barns.
I’ve been noticing them more lately, maybe because I’m watching them disappear from our Wabash valley landscape.
For those of us who grew up in rural America barns hold some special memories.
Here’s a brief list of some of mine.
- I spent countless hours in our old barn with my most prized ever Christmas present, a horse.
- It was out behind the barn that I smoked my first cigarette.
- Stacking hay bales in a barn was when I knew for sure what suffering and hell must be like.
- A fond memory I must not talk about here.
Barns were the heart of every farm.
Now they’re victims of age, too old to maintain, and honestly just not needed for farming as they once were.
A while back I did a story about old Wabash valley barns.
You can check it out on our website or click here.
By the way, if you have a special ‘barn memory’, I hope you’ll share it with us.