I just love that. I have a feeling that time to time those memories come back to the front of your mind, time in the summer spent there, Christmas....whatever, and those memories make you smile. Don't loose them.
One of the neat things about the last of the old barns, that I took down and am still working on cleaning up, was that it had the build date (1883) cut out of the siding up under the front peak.
The older I get, the less I like heights, but I got up on a tall extension ladder and managed to pull the “18” board down in one piece. No luck with the “83” board though, as that one broke right across the numbers as I tried to wiggle it loose from below.
My new pole barn shell went up on the site of a twin to that old barn, that I had dismantled the year prior, in 2018. I repurposed that “18” board inside and up under the peak. I tried to match the font with a jigsaw on another recovered siding board, to make the “20”.
Here is that old barn before I had all the siding off and pulled down the frame:
One fond memory I have is drawing in loose hay and storing it up in the loft of that old barn. We lifted it up with a big set of forks that came down from a trolley that ran along a crane rail up under the peak.
That trolley and forks did not break when I pulled the frame down. I saved the crane rail also. Maybe I’ll try and rig that up inside my pole barn someday. I loved the loose hay.
Of course I was just a little kid when we had that. Grandpa got his baler when I was a teenager and one of my least favorite jobs was stacking them heavy bales up in the loft on the hottest days of the summer.
That’s probably why I preferred the loose hay. Also, the 4 ft beam spacing under the lofts was not really up to the heavier weight of the baled hay. That’s why I spaced them at 2 ft on the loft that I made in my new pole barn.