Today on Hilary Melton-Butcher's blog, it's B is for Barn day on her quest for the A-Z blogging month of April. Her choice of subjects reminded me of our red barn when we were kids. A huge post and beam structure, it held 2 not-very-friendly steers, 13 horses, 3 potbelly pigs, and a loft full of hay. The chickens were housed in another building.
My brother, sister and I, plus every kid in the neighbourhood spent many hours in that barn. We were swashbucklers, daredevils, ship captains, notorious highwaymen. We played hide and seek, hangman's noose. With superhuman strength we caught 100 lb sturgeons in the shadow creek by throwing a line from the loft. We'd dive out the loft door and land on a pile of hay as tall as a building. We were invincible.
A good distance from the house, our dad used to whistle from the backdoor when it was time for supper. Sometimes my brother would yell, "First one home gets the crust." Our mum baked fresh bread daily. But as soon as dinner was over and the dishes were done, we were back. Inventors of myths and legends, we were masters of our fate!
The old barn is gone. A hundred homes fill the property now. But that's okay. As long as I can type, use iPhoto, and remember, that old barn will never disappear. And while it may leave me feeling teary for the old days, I honestly don't miss the smell of manure.
"If at first you don't succeed, try, try, again. Then quit. There's no point in being a damn fool about it. "
--W. C. Fields, American Actor