I was reading a fellow Bloggers post and I got o thinking about these two barns from my childhood. The first is the barn I grew up with; where I fed calves, mucked stalls, scrapped the barn floor and fluffed straw. I doled out hay to the cows and cleared water dishes. I also curried a horse and a pony and carried them water and cleaned their stalls.
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| Taken in 2002 when we went up so I could attend my 20th High School Reunion |
I remember when the BIG silo was put in and how my Grandma fed the "workers" each day they were on our farm.
This next barn is my Uncle Ray's barn just "over the hill" and I would walk through the back fields to go over to his place to swim in their pond; which was up from the barn.
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| 2002 - Uncle Ray's barn |
Thanks Buttons for bringing these memories back to me.
Oh Becky thank you for letting me know how wonderful a childhood even with the work you have had. I truly wish all kids had that chance it has lasting affects on your mind and soul. I did not grow up on a farm but I do see how it works its magic even if you do not realize that at the time.Wetry to get a lot of kids involved around here so they have that feeling and memories later when they need it in adulthood. Hug B
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