Old Appalachian barns
I love old barns.
I hardly remember the house I lived in from birth through third grade,
but the barn is still vivid, as are all of the other barns I've
explored over the years.
Mark and I enjoyed the
opportunity to visit Sarah's farm Saturday. We had lots
of fun hiking and hanging out, but most of my photos are of the barn.
I think this must be the
local style for livestock barns because Sarah's log barn is nearly
identical to the one on my aunt-in-law's farm one county over. I
was very jealous of the old manure still remaining in the stalls on
Sarah's property.
Sarah's corn crib looks
more modern, with its wire hardware cloth inside, but it still has a
very nice sense of style. While researching my root
cellar book, I
learned that corn cribs and root cellars both are probably designs
stolen from the Native Americans, then given a European twist. So
perhaps structures like this have dotted the Appalachian landscape for
thousands of years.
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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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Remember how we used to climb way up the wall of the corn crib in the barn?
Funny you don't remember the house though. The middle room with the coal stove and the tub; the kitchen with the B&W TV; bedroom with cracks around the door to spy santa thru; back porch with its pump house and the flat concrete roof of the root cellar; and the addition, that will never be finished in my mind, with its stacks of material, unframed windows and doors to crawl behind. One day I want to go back and refresh my memory.
Joey --- It's funny how little I remember the house. I remember the feel of the cool concrete in the addition under my bare feet on hot summer days and I remember melting crayons on the roof, but that's it. In the barn, though, I remember the corn crib vividly, and the hayloft too....
Sarah --- I was very impressed by your seedlings under the lights too! I almost posted my photos of them, but they didn't fit the theme of the post.
I'll look forward to hearing how round two of experiments go.