The first photo is not dated and no one is identified though I assume my great grandfather is in there somewhere. My Aunt Jackie gave me this photo along with another one of the “thrashing gang.” Back in the day a whole group of farmers/neighbors got together and helped each other out harvesting hay. No fancy hay balers back in those days – just pitchforks and elbow grease!
Here’s the other photo of the “thrashing gang.”
Again, no date and no one is identified. I’m also not exactly sure where the photograph was taken.
So, back to the barn. In the new photo you can see a silo on the left hand side. That was added much later – years after the “thrashing gang” did their work. Inside the barn there is an awesome wooden silo. I’m not sure of the wood but if we ever need to make furniture or redo some floors we can dismantle that sucker!
I remember spending a lot of time in the barn as a really young kid back when my grandpa still had dairy cows and he and my dad milked. I very vaguely remember skimming the cream off the top of the buckets of milk and slurping it off my fingers. And I remember the vibrancy of the barn and the animals and how much time we all spent in there.
Today there is not much happening in the barn (except for the ridiculous raccoon population which we are slowly eradicating) and the barn needs a lot of work. Nothing makes me sadder than seeing a crumbling barn. And we’ll get there. It’s just one day at a time at Barton Farms and Gardens.