The Old Barn sits along the banks of Winter Road River. It is here, where I grew up on my parent’s farm; my great-grandfather Louis’ farm. According to my great-uncle John, he believes the barn was built in 1915 or 1918. It has stood the test of time. Sadly though, it is in rough shape. Or, should I say, pretty-darn-good shape for being 100 years old.
There are a few leaks in the roof, which has caused some damage to a rafter or two. The weight of the barn has caused the concrete foundation to slowly, over time, tip out. One of these days, the barn will slip from its foundation and fall. There has been no livestock in the barn for the fifty years that I’ve been around; except, for a few pesky pigeons. In its day, the original barn was grand and even taller. In the late 1970’s, the barn acquired a new look. The lower twelve feet were removed and the barn was lowered to the foundation.
As a child, I remember my dad telling how Uncle Gary would call after a strong storm had passed. He’d ask if The Old Barn was still standing. Uncle Gary passed away last year. I now drive past The Old Barn on a daily basis, whether there’s been a storm or not. Each time I approach my parents’ farm, I find myself wondering, “Is The Old Barn still standing”? As I came home tonight, I smiled. Another day has gone by. Uncle Gary, it’s still standing. It’s a Grand Old Barn.