Barns Have Stories, too

I’m sure we’ve all been somewhere and seen something that tears at your imagination. Sometimes it brings a feeling of peace or maybe even fear or terror. I’ve been to a couple of old buildings in my youth or even in Mexico that have given me a very uneasy feeling. Yet there is something about old barns that seems to stir a feeling of warmth in me. I grew up on an old farm and enjoyed playing with our goats, gathering eggs and riding horses and sometimes the cows. The barn was always a place to play and enjoy friends and animals. Most people that have barns build them to protect their animals and store food for them. If you are riding a horse, that horse always knows where the barn is! It’s people caring for the animals and in return the animals provide milk, eggs, and even their own bodies to nourish us. Of course there’s always the old barn cat chasing the mice who’s been a stealin’ the grain. The barn, for me, is the circle of life. It’s the warmth of people caring for their animals and the great stories of the animals that lived in them.