This buggy sits on the third floor of an old barn that resides in a peaceful valley! I had to climb a ladder that was built in to the wall, hang on the ladder with my left arm and steady the camera with my right. I did not have the benefit of a tripod at this acrophobic height! Needless to say, it took many takes in order to get a clear shot...I only hope captured it in its best light!
The Old Barn
An old red barn graces the edge of a corn field.
Shadow of a Windmill
The windmill shadow fell upon the roof of this old barn.
I have no history on this grand home. It has a beautiful profile and is still inhabited despite its deserted appearance!
Old Barns and Old People
A stranger came by the other day with an offer that set me to thinking. He wanted to buy the old barn that sits out by the highway.
I told him right off, he was crazy.
He was a Pennsylvania type Amish; you could tell by his clothes, his haircut, and the way he talked.
He said he was driving by in a taxi car and saw that beautiful barn sitting out in the tall grass and wanted to know if it was for sale.
I told him he had a funny idea of beauty.
Sure, it was a handsome building in its day. But then, there's been a lot of winters pass with their snow and ice and howling wind.
The summer sun's beat down on that old barn, till all the paint's gone, and the wood has turned silver gray.
Now the old building leans a good deal, looking kind of tired. Yet, that fellow from Pennsylvania called it beautiful.
That set me to thinking. I walked out to the field and just stood there, gazing at that old barn.
The stranger said he planned to use the lumber to line the walls of his sports den, which he was building in the Lancaster area. He said you couldn't get paint that beautiful.
Only years of standing in the weather, bearing the storms and scorching sun, only that can produce beautiful barn wood.
It came to me then. We're a lot like that, you and I. Only it's on the inside that the beauty grows with us.
Sure, we turn silver gray too... and lean a bit more than we did when we were young and full of sap. But the Lord knows what He's doing.
And as the years pass, He's busy using the hard weather of our lives, the dry spells and the stormy seasons to do a job of beautifying our souls that nothing else can produce.
And to think how often folks holler because they want life easy!
They took the old barn down today and hauled it away to beautify another man's house.
And I reckon someday, you and I'll be hauled off to Heaven to take on whatever chores the Lord has for us on the Great Sky Ranch.
And I suspect we'll be more beautiful then for the seasons we've been through here... and just maybe, even add a bit of beauty to our Father's house.
May there be peace within you today. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
And I do sincerely Thank God for my wonderful friends and family who care about me, even though I show signs of weathering!
From Mission to Amish People
This water covers what is normally a corn field. One of these days it will recede!
Green Eyed Lady
This kitty adopted us last year in the middle of winter!
The Old Homestead
The Old Homestead
Tis an old deserted homestead
On the outskirts of the town,
Where the roof is all moss covered,
And the walls are tumbling down;
But around that little cottage
Do my brightest memories cling,
For twas there I spent the moments
Of my youths happy spring.
I remember how I used to
Swing upon the old front gate,
While the robin in the tree tops
Sung a night song to his mate;
And how later in the evening,
As the beaux were wont to do,
Mr. Perkins, in the parlor,
Sat and sparked my sister Sue.
There my mothers heaven bless her!
Kissed or spanked as was our need,
And by smile or stroke implanted
In our hearts fair virtues seed;
While my father, man of wisdom,
Lawyer keen, and farmer stout,
Argued long with neighbor Dobbins
How the corn crops would turn out.
Then the quiltings and the dances
How my feet were wont to fly,
While the moon peeped through the barn chinks
From her stately place on high.
Oh, those days, so sweet, so happy,
Ever backward oer me roll;
Still the music of that farm life
Rings an echo in my soul.
Now the old place is deserted,
And the walls are falling down;
All who made the home life cheerful,
Now have died or moved to town.
But about that dear old cottage
Shall my memories ever cling,
For twas there I spent the moments
Of my, youth, life’s happy spring.
Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Fall color is fading (or should I say falling) fast. As I was traveling down the road one late afternoon, I decided to visit Hyde’s Mill.
Government restrictions early in 1952, aimed at conserving steel for the Korean War, nearly kept Plymouth from introducing its all-new 1953 design. Fortunately the war did not escalate and the restrictions were lifted early enough that the planned model year changeover could take place.
The year 1953 marked Plymouth's twenty-fifth anniversary, but the company chose not to mention its silver anniversary when the new cars made their public debut November 20, 1952. For Plymouth, there would not even be a special model to commemorate the occasion. This decision may have been made easier by the fact both Buick and Ford were celebrating their fiftieth anniversaries in 1953.