I said I wouldn't post unless it was earth-shattering. Well, in my book, this is: the dear old hay barn has been dismantled.
Home to many childhood memories......
My cousins and I used to haul the Christmas tree up there, real tinsel dragging behind, for a coke and cookies party after New Year's Eve.
Lots of hide and seek with siblings and cousins.
watching cattle being rounded up for sale from the open door,
cutting, raking, flailing, stacking square bales in the hot Georgia sun...
the time my brother bumped me lightly on the rear with a hay bale and I fell out on to the tailgate of my uncle's truck....
Carrying cold cokes from the outdoor fridge to the 'men' working in the field - I had to walk throught the barn lot to get there
More recently, Karlyn hitting the side of the barn with the four wheeler...yes, she CAN hit the broad side of a barn... :)
Well, it's not gone yet! And my kids are still making memories in the old hay barn.....a bit more dangerous than when it had all its floor boards!
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