I helped an old friend tear down his grandparent's barn many years ago in northern Quebec. It took us forever because it was build to last with hand made nails, interlocking joints, and huge hard wood beams. Now they come prefab erected in one day. I suppose it could be dismantled in half a day. Progress.
THANKS for stopping by, I do my best to acknowledge when someone leaves a comment,you do not have to be a member here & everyone is welcome. Ps: This site is monitored but not actively posting on a regular basis. Mostly these are stories & some photos saved from a defunct site known as Verdun Connections which was on MSN Groups initially then on a social network called Multiply.
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My Father and I spent ten years building the house at 1020 Woodland (next door to Woodland garage. We dug the basement by hand. Jacked the house. Laid a cement floor and foundation with french drain. Built the place from three rooms to eleven. The people Dad sold and moved to Crawford Park. The people Dad sold to took it down in three days. Very discouraging. Ed
The Truth is that recycling of old buildings and there decades old timber is very popular,....you cannot buy that stuff these days without paying a severe premium.................... A firend of mine & I built (or rebuilt) a Boathouse at another's friends place here & we used some old inch and a half,tongue and groove cedar,which we got from an old building about to be torn down,...... We sanded this stuff,......and we then had a wonderful old (heavy on the old) deack platform for this old boathouse,...........I will find some pics of this ,.the old wood was beautiful,..................... and the story ,which prompted this was not lost on me either ,. Almost goes along with the thoughts of ,Appreciating something before it's gone..................................................................
Little old barn atop the hill, you bear not even a name Set in a scene so prude and still yet clad not in robe nor shame. The birds and the beasts have been mothered by you, you`ve taken them under your eave. They`ve raised their families within your stalls and now have all taken their leave. Your dying old barn. you`ve lived a good life and weathered many a storm; But your walls can`t protect your children from strife, no longer keep them warm. Your roof is old and missing boards as weak as the sagging floor. No more will the fine steeds of ladies and lords pass the now hanging door. But how will we know where you lie old friend? what marker can we bestow. Man may not even remember your end but your children they will know. They`ll remember your warmth, your love and grace, when you`ve fallen to the ground. By instinct they`ll come to your resting place whenever they’re homeward bound. You`re remembered by how you lived they say. If you lived and spread happiness You write your epitaph day by day . . . . .old barn you`re the same as us. Ed
ebdro68 I see you have a passion for
old barns, so do I.
There is a barn here in Powassan Ont. I love to
drive by it.
I call it the skinny barn it is tall and skinny
that's the only way I can explain it. It's weird every time I drive pass it
there is an Clydesdale standing in front of it like it never moved.
Just like a painting.
Levisjeans7, That barn and Clydesdale sound like a picture perfect setting --- Maybe you could try and get a picure for us --- that would be neat!!! Gary Mace Saanich, BC ex 1045 Valiquette / 920 Moffat
Levis, When I was driving long distance I used to see these old barns fallen down and try to visualize what life was once like there. I used to keep a clipboard on the doghouse (Engine cover) and write down the last words of each sentence as I created my poems. At night in the Motel I would put the rest together. Ed
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