I love old barns. In fact, I wanted to have my wedding reception in one (this one, to be precise.) My husband and I frequently “wish” there was a barn on our property.
This is the barn at my Great Grandpa’s farm. When he died at the age of 98 in 2008, my cousin Amy and her husband bought the place, so the farm is still in our family.
Unfortunately, though, the barn no longer will be.
It looks beautiful, doesn’t it? Great Grandpa kept his outbuildings painted nicely, even after they were no longer used for the farm.
But the foundation is bad, and since it’s not being used for agriculture, it doesn’t qualify for any of the “save the barn” grants out there.
So it’s coming down.
But not before family had a chance to salvage what they wanted.
My dad took home a trailer full of barnwood. We’re discussing what to do with it right now. He is planning to build a display shelf for his entryway, to show off some of his toy tractors and I think it would be pretty cool if he’d build a barn playhouse for Adam out of it, too.
But no matter what happens to it, the barn and the memories will live on.