Jim
I'm sitting - but yeah, a bit gloomy.Your absolutely right.
Age does that.
Just look at you leaning and gloomy.
Jim
The thought of going up to fix the roof terrifies me
Yeah, Jim, make a calendar. Shucks, peep it under the radar.. I'd be willing to fork over a buck ninety-eight and the top off my radio for a copy. Um, counting postage.@phideaux have you ever thought about creating a calendar of these barn photos? They are very evocative of another time and another place (one I'm sure we'd all like to go to).
Old barns and I were not strangers . . . My BB gun was a bought-used Daisy lever action, but not a Red Ryder. It was a cheaper model, with most of the finish worn off; kind of a brown Ryder.Y'all know I don't have time for another project...
I already have a calendar , packed away somewhere, of MUSCLE CARS.
I played many days in old barns like these.
Grampa, uncle's, neighbors had old barns ...I had a Red Ryder...I was king.
Jim
Your Daisy sounds like the one I had.Old barns and I were not strangers . . . My BB gun was a bought-used Daisy lever action, but not a Red Ryder. It was a cheaper model, with most of the finish worn off; kind of a brown Ryder.
Them pigeons were everywhere. They nested in the cupola of our barn (and shat), and under bridges . . . I don't remember eating adult pigeons, but the squabs were popular, even if we weren't real poor.@VThillman , we were so poor , that mama would give me a teacake for bringing home pigeons , she could clean and fry the breast and legs. Them old barns had plenty pigeons back in the day.
Jim
Thinking on it . . . patching a gable roof, without the right equipment, would have scared the poop out of me too.Yeah the reason why the big barn collapsed was because fixing the roof was terrifying. My dad got up there once, in his 20s, when he was young and agile. By time he got back down off the roof he vowed he'd never go up there again. It stood about ten years longer than the small barn though which collapsed after heavy snowfall.
*sigh* I want another barn. My brother and I discuss it every now and again.
I painted the roof of a grandpas barn once with a nasty thick oil based paint with just a rope to hang on to [and no didn't tie it around my neck]. Never wanted to do that again. Not worth the good money I madeThinking on it . . . patching a gable roof, without the right equipment, would have scared the poop out of me too.
Jim, thanks for another 'old barn'. No way this one would survive many oldtime Vermont winters, but there is a sense of Order about it, and I enjoy looking at it.
Jim, thanks for another 'old barn'. No way this one would survive many oldtime Vermont winters, but there is a sense of Order about it, and I enjoy looking at it.
Sure looks like one. Probably salvageable, if the roofs get fixed. Wish I could see that silo; looks like it goes 'up and up'.
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