My Father, when he bought the house that my brother and I inherited , it had a genuine Red horse barn on it.
He, both grandparents, the neighbor across the alley and to the North (maybe more but those are the ones I remember) cut the top down and made a two stall car garage out of it.
Shoveled the dirt floor into the garden ( I even now I will still on rare occasion find a chunk of fuel coal from the old coal bin) did not take the very slight lean out of it, and put a foundation under it.
Two big 10 by 10s hold the middle up, just as they did before the work was done.
The haymow is still on one side but the loading door the neighbor kid and I used to jump out of , on a dare, is gone as is dads little work shop which went away when two garage doors replaced the old sliding barn door.
That and remodeling the house all took place 60 years ago, this past summer.
I wonder if, even in small towns, 6,740 back then, neighbors ever get together like that any more and help each other.
The cement floor is now cracking badly on one side and dropping (same side where the sand spike fawcet was) but then IF I was real, real lazy, I could just drop the oil there when I change oil and it would drain into the dirt under the cement.
I hope to finally get it repainted this next summer, too hot , too often last summer.
I am glad I bought paint two years ago as what was 400 dollars in oil paint, would now cost me 700 dollars.
When I am up in the haymow, brings back a lot of child hood memories. :'(
