Barns

I love barns. In the country there are all shapes, sizes, new and old one. I drive by and look for the old ones.

They have character. The roof is tin on most, and they are not used any more. They are rotting and falling to the ground. When I drive by one it seem to have a voice that calls out "I'm still here."

The sides are broken, not door and it is still there. We have had very bad storms in Virginia, but these barns are standing out in the open. They have bushes grown up around , doors are off, sides are caved in, and the rust is the sign of old age and beating from storms and time.

One barn in particular is on my grandparents farm. Its sits by itself and be seen from the interstate. Its where my grandfather cured his tobacco. After a long day of gathering tobacco leaves, tying them to a stick, we would bring the sticks of leaves to this barn. They would be hung high and nice, then a fire would be lit so it would cure the tobacco until it was right and ready to take to market.
The storms just can't seem to knock them down. Sometimes the barn looks like it is ready to collapse. But there is just inside the woodwork , that will not die.
These barns are a sign of wise wisdom. Farmers used them to cover their tractors, equipment, and tools.

So when you ride by in the country, be aware of your surroundings, and try and find old barns to see this outstanding structure. Remember all the rain, storms, wind and rust, are still there. These barns are a part of history.

Dale 11-27-2009 enjoy