|Our tired Old Barn...|
|We removed 20 small windows|
Our old barn is no more....today the heavy equipment came and demolished the last of her. After two years we found someone and his son who did the dance of the dinosaurs and removed the last of the tamarack, roof, logs, and foundation. I call it the dance of the dinos because that's what it looked like as they swung and crunched and deposited the remnants of our old lady. They could be surgeons as they sorted through the tin and siding and timbers with precision only learned from experience. They determined that there was only one layer of shingles on top of the original cedar shakes so she stood for longer than anyone could expect. One tough old broad...
|They arrived at 8 a.m. sharp and didn't want to harm our|
white pine coming into the driveway so they unloaded on the road.
Eating their way through the old barn.
Lots of crunching...
Eating away from the other side...
And then she is no more.
Well - there are the dinosaurs doing their thing and now three or four dumptrucks filled with dirt will come in after they flatten the land a bit. We are glad to have this part of our old barn complete but the landscape is bare and our new little barn is a little far away from the silo.
I guess this is progress but we miss her statuesque figure out there. This opening in the land and skyline hasn't been visible for more than 100 years. She stopped sheltering animals in the year 2000 and now she will be part of things that we build with her timbers and siding. So she lives on...
I'm still sad,