The Barn that is No More

Something historic happened at our place lately. The Barn was demolished. Now, you might think that you don't know what I mean by The Barn, but in fact, you'd recognize The Barn if you ever saw it, because it's appeared as the backdrop in many, many pictures on this blog.

Angel and I live in the house and on the land that belongs to my parents, and that once belonged to my great-grandparents. The Barn has been in my family for a long time.

The Barn in better days, probably 20 years ago.

The Barn in June 2012

Angel always used to tell people that we invited over to the house to look for the 'huge barn that looks like it's falling over.' And that was the sad truth. The Barn was too old, too unstable. It was picturesque, but it was becoming more and more dangerous--we didn't know if any strong or even slight wind might make it fall.

The Barn made it over 100 years, but this October, its time had come.

Now all that's left of 100 years of sheltering sheep, cows, and horses. 100 years of mischievous children climbing into the loft where Mom told us not to go. 100 years of hay bales and 100 years of barn cats chasing the barn mice...is a pile of rubble in my lawn.