Old Barns and Grace

 

IMG_3967 Old Barn

The other Sunday afternoon my husband and I went for a little motorcycle ride through the countryside. We love to take the back roads and just see what there is to look at.

This particular Sunday afternoon found us on a gravel road, which I am pretty sure I would not be able to find again! We happened upon a barn in the middle of a growing field of corn and bordered with soybeans.

Against the odds this barn remains standing. I have no idea when this barn was built but I have a feeling it has survived and withstood years of storms, high winds, burning sun, gnawing animals and anything else that time has thrown it’s way.

IMG_3955 The Vulture Leaves

As we looked at the front of the barn we noticed a vulture roosting in the open door of the haymow. As we ventured closer the vulture decided we were just too scary and decided to fly away.

IMG_3963 Barn Doors

The open door just seemed to beckon us to come in…..so we did. Inside it looked as if time had stood still.  The wood stanchions were still in place as if they were patiently waiting for those cows to come home for milking time. It looked as if this barn was in use when cows were milked by hand.

IMG_3964 Still Waiting for the Cows to Come Home

There was still some type of gear hanging by a window in the barn. The animals that it was needed for are long gone and the gear itself probably long forgotten by it’s owners.

IMG_3960 Old Gear

For some reason there was a tea cup standing on a shelf. It made me wonder if the farmer brought his tea or coffee out to the barn with him on those cold mornings. It would have been a great way to warm his hands before picking up cold galvanized pails and milking stools.IMG_3965 Cups from the Past

There was still hay up in the haymow. If you shut your eyes you could almost hear the excitement of children as they crawled through that hay in search of a batch of newborn kittens. The faint sound of laughter echoed through the years as those same kids must have swung from the haymow rope, let go and landed in the mounds of new straw.

That barn brought back memories for my husband of growing up and making tunnels with the bales of hay and straw. As an adult the thought of that, kind of makes me cringe and worry about those tunnels collapsing. Children definitely don’t let fear rule their fun!

The barn stood like a testament to perseverance. A silent witness to the changing landscape of farming. I was glad to see it standing as so many barns are being burned, leveled and disappearing from our countryside.

The barn was beautiful in it’s disrepair. It was beautiful with it’s siding turned to gray. It was beautiful just because it was there.  The old barn was a good reminder of grace.

It was good to be reminded that we are beautiful with our imperfections. We are beautiful even though we no longer feel useful. When it comes to grace…….. just being is enough.

For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.
Ephesians 2:8-9 ESV

 

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34 thoughts on “Old Barns and Grace

  1. susieshy45 says:

    Faye
    Great story of a ride to the unknown and what a find- like the treasure at the end of a rainbow.
    The day was probably not too hot so you could take a ride.
    The fields around the barn are so beautifully well taken care of though the barn is not in use.Perhaps the owners like old things and appreciate the contrast between the new and the old against the blue sky which has seen many seasons of crops and a few seasons of buildings, men and animals living on those lands. Old barns and buildings are testimony to a bygone era and remind us of old times. A few years ahead we become old and will probably be relics to a new generation and people may come to see and visit and say- old aunt Susie, she used to do this and that in her youth or aunt Faye, I remember her – she loved her motorcycle rides.
    Susie

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      You are so good for my heart and soul Susie! That is exactly right that we will get old and hopefully people come and visit to remember the days of our youth!
      The day was beautiful and not so terribly hot. We usually take my camera and a water bottle on our adventures and it is so satisfying.

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  2. thecobweboriumemporium says:

    Such a beautiful post, with sweet, almost tasteable (new word I made up there) moments of memories. Not ours, but the barns.

    The barn became me, or should that be that I became the barn?
    Perhaps the truth is that we all become barn like. We grow older and no one seems to notice us getting older, not even us. But then one day … we find ourselves to no longer be that spring chicken or bouncing, jumping, leaping lamb with springs in our feet. And the surprise makes us ask …. “What happened? I didn’t notice this ‘getting old’ thing going on!” … and our children, now grown up with children of their own, look at us differently. They become suddenly more careful about us, and as if the roles have been changed. They become our mothers and fathers, and tell us the decisions we ought to make …. ‘wrap up warm because there’s a real nasty wind going on outside’. ‘Don’t do that today, wait until I’m there to help you’. That sort of thing.

    I remember getting this way with my own mother, and when I noticed it I did wonder if it got on my mothers nerves … but she never said anything so I felt that it must be ok to her that I was trying to guide her a little.

    A truly lovely post Chicken. One which touched my heart.
    Squidges ~ Cobs. x

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      You always understand me Cobs….I love that about you. In many ways we are the barns. And I do hope people come visit me when I am old (older than I am now!)
      I find myself doing the same thing with my parents and my in-laws…..telling them what they should and shouldn’t be doing. They are all in there mid to upper 80’s.
      I have a feeling when this happens to us Chicken Grandad will ask, “You think I’m decrepit or something?” To which his sons will reply “Yep!”

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      It is too bad there isn’t someplace to be able to see what happened in the life of old building. Maybe that is why I really like history…..it retells what happened back when.
      And you are so welcome on the sharing….I really like taking pictures and at least this way others get to see them also!

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      It would be really interesting! I remember my dad telling us that when they milked by hand as kids, the cats would sit and wait for them to squirt milk in their mouths. I have a feeling that same thing happened in that barn years ago.

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  3. peggyjoan42 says:

    Loved this post Faye and all of your wonderful photos. Past memories of slower, quieter times are nice. We have many old barns on our back roads here in Arkansas and they are great to explore. I prefer exploring things in the country to busy towns and cities.

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    • thechickengrandma says:

      There is something so cool about old barns. I am always so sad when I see someone burning one down to gain a little more cropland. I know that business-wise it probably makes sense because they are sick of paying taxes on something they don’t think they will ever use….but it still makes me sad.

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  4. Jen says:

    What a beautiful old barn….and it brought back memories of my siblings and I crawling through hay tunnels in our barn loft. How sad I was to watch our barn being torn down because it had become a danger to go in….many memories can be made in a barn!

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