A year ago I had to make the trip back home to Indiana to sell my Dad's farm. It was a very emotional trip for me.
I didn't grow up on this farm as it had been purchased to be a hobby farm for my Dad and his Father. So instead of the lake cottage that my mother had dreamed about I spent summers riding ponies and playing with my cousins all around the farm and in the barn's huge hay loft. Most importantly I spent time by my dad's side as he worked on projects in the barn.
The later part of my Dad's life was lived out here.
He loved his farm and the barn and buildings were his craft/play rooms as he restored wonderful antique cars there.
As I drove up the lane to the farm I remember how he had planted tiny little blue spruce trees. Sometimes the weeds were taller than the trees but they survived and in the beauty of that fall day I felt his spirit move in the breeze among the trees.
It was sad to see the disrepair that the barns were in. His farm had been in a life estate and after my Father's death his widow moved back to her own home and let her family live there and so the story goes.
All of my Father's things had been sold at auction but I was in hopes of finding something that I could treasure. I asked the soon to be new owners of the farm if they would mind if I took some barn wood from the fallen buildings to try to make a farm table and a few other items from the wood. I think he was thrilled hoping that I would have taken more.
Why is it that hubby's always take pictures like the one above this? Needless to say a diet started after this trip!!
I was thrilled with my fallen discovery.
This wonderful old door was rescued and I will show you in my next post just what we did with it.
And of course this photo was cropped for the sake of your eyes and my pride.