Sunday, August 23, 2009
The Barn on the Pond
It's not the greatest picture, I know.
I have always loved this barn. One of the best things about our move to Barefoot Manor is that I get to drive by it every time I go to work. Of course, you can't see much at night, but on the weekends I also get to drive past it on the way home.
I like old barns, especially when they are a little run down and decrepit. This one really catches my interest because (though you can't really tell in the photo) the water actually creeps all the way up and laps at the stones of the foundation. In wet springs, it seems the barn was built actually on the water.
I often wonder what caused that long ago farmer to build it so close to the water. Was he just really lazy (and in possession of lazy animals) and this was the easiest way to water them? I wonder if the area was drier back then, and if so what happened to create this little pond. I imagine that farmer's surprise if he were to see the situation today.
I just wonder.
That's the way it is for me with old barns, old homes, old farms. They inspire a curiosity about their origins and the lives that were led in them. I especially love old farmsteads with root cellars in the hill by the house. Something about it is romantic and yet earthy. You have no illusions that there weren't hardships and uncertainties, but there is a sense of stability and timelessness. I want to go poking around for old bits and bobs from past inhabitants of the home. I want to read the newspapers that were invariably used for insulation on the interior walls. I want to take what few steps I can into that world, and keep the stories I find there alive.
Maybe I should be an archaeologist when I grow up.....