This barn has been in my family for many many years.
I remember being a little girl sitting in my grandparents living room and watching my grandfather, my Pa, put on his barn boots and what I always thought was a fancy hat. He would walk out of the screen door that always slammed so loudly and walk proudly to this barn to check on his cattle. He always had a chaw of Redman chewing tobacco in his mouth. My Pa was a livestock dealer. He was proud. He was so handsome. And, man, did he have a strong deep voice that I loved. All these years after his death, and I can still hear him saying hello when he would answer the telephone and telling me he loved me as I walked out the door.
Boy, time has gone by so quickly. It seems like I was just that little girl.
But, I’m not a little girl anymore.
I no longer get to see my grandfather walk to his barn. He is walking somewhere far better now. No more cow manure under his feet…only gold now.
These days, I get to see my uncle walk into these barn doors. Every now and then, I get to go in with him. I enjoy walking into that old barn. I love seeing things lying around that may have been left by my grandfather. I love the memories.
I recently had a photo of the barn blown up and put it into a great old wooden frame.
What a beautiful reminder that I get to see everyday of sweet days gone by and of a grandfather that was loved very much by his granddaughter.
I sure hope you are all doing well.
Chat again soon..