The barn at the farm where I grew up has seen better days. Soon it will be a pile of rubble and a new barn will be in its place. We had a good visit with Roger when we went over and petted Annie the Border Collie.
Yesterday I took a few photos. It had been on my list of things to do since early Fall and we just didn't get around to it.
I learned many things in that old barn. Never trust Banty roosters would be number one on my list. How to lock cows into their stanchions, how to feed and brush them. How to get rid of lice and how to spray them with fly spray in the summer. How to feed calves milk replacer out of a bucket with a teat and not spill the whole bucket all over because baby calves are aggressive drinkers. How to milk cows by hand and take care of their udders because a cow with sore teats will be a kicker and difficult to milk. How to use a milking machine and a cream separator. That cows peeing will splatter a long way...same goes for poop. Everyone knows their place in the barn except for a new cow. While hand milking you can squirt milk into the mouths of waiting in the aisles kittens or your other baby brother. How to clean out gutters, how to lay down a bed of straw for the calves in the calf pen....how to give sick calves shots of antibiotics. When it is cold in the winter the barn is warmer than being outside. Barns have their own unique smells.
The barn was built by the Lemons most likely in the 1930's... they were relatives of Far Guys ( a brother of Far Guy's Maternal Grandmother). Loren Lemon and Florence Graham Lemon lived there and raised their three children there until they moved to Washington sometime before 1949 when Loren died. My parents bought the farm in the Spring of 1952 when my Dad returned from Korea.
Far Side
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