Hand-hewn beams. They do not build barns like this any more. |
Detail of beam showing adze marks and how it is pinned to the support |
I also made the climb bare-handed for fear of losing my grip with heavy gloves....I am losing my grip in a number of other ways but......
This used to be a horse barn, but then the barn was remodeled in the early '60s . We milk cows in the stable below this...the "new" part" |
At first I thought I would freeze to the ladder, but I didn't.
Not this ladder. I have never climbed this pup, which goes up into the rafters |
As any of you who have ever been in one will know, a hay mow is a magical place...well, except on a ninety-degree July day when you are charged with grabbing the bales from under the cross mow elevator and storing them. One job I haven't done in quite a few years and I sure as heck don't miss it.
It can be a fort, a theme park, a ranch, a castle, or just a nice place to sit for a few minutes and ponder the scent of the hay and the warmth of the sun...which was not an issue yesterday. It can be any place you want it to be if you are a kid. I remember jumping and sliding out of our uncle's mow...loose hay don't you know, onto the piles below...when it was full in the fall. They don't make fun like that any more either.
The mow didn't disappoint. I was up there for some special photographs, which will be revealed very early next week. And despite sore knees it was worth every rung.
6 comments:
Wonderful! Can't wait for the reveal. What is it about those creaky joints anyway? Our pup is giving me and old dog fits!
" It can be any place you want it to be if you are a kid."
What a completely lovely piece, Marianne.
Worth the challenge to your old knees.
What a wonderful reminder of my childhood on the farm. Looking forward to the pics!
Our barn here doesn't have a hay mow, but when I was growing up my Dad and my Grandfather each had a hay mow. You are so right...it's a magical place. And it smells wonderful. And sometimes, just sometimes you can find eggs up there or maybe new born kittens.
Linda
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Growing up we had a really big hay mow and it was filled to the top with hay. We could throw it down from th front onto the wagon to feed in the field or inside the barn when the cows were kept in. And yes we did find kittens up there many times.
Nita, I dunno, but they sure are a challenge.
Cathy, thanks! Between trips up the ladder I tend to forget the wonder
REv. Paul, I have been meaning to take them ever since I heard what was up there. The Sunday Stills challenge for this week finally got me to get up there with the camera. can't wait to share them.
Linda, Oh! I had forgotten about kittens! There were always yellow and white kittens in the uncle's mow and we practically wore them out playing with them. lol
Ellie, I had forgotten kittens. It was always fun to find and tame the new ones every year.
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