Afternoon Barn

Happy Fathers' Day!
I'm thinking of my Dad this morning. He was big on barns. When he knew we were looking for a old house back when, he gave me a bit of advice: 'make sure it has a barn'. Whew! It's some advice I'm glad I didn't take. The upkeep of one of these large structures can be astronomical! He did get a taste of barns himself. Growing up, we rented the house at 820 Washington Avenue with a huge barn. I spent my early school years in this house and had many adventures in structure attached to the house. Walking around on the ground floor or the attic, the aroma of cows permeated 'the world' around me. During our years on Washington, I remember being alone a lot with plenty of time for daydreaming and a good imagination while walking those wooden floors. The upstairs was full of packed boxes of old clothes and such. The most interesting being ones holding books and his WWII uniforms. He had a book of Bill Mauldin cartoons that I enjoyed looking at while sitting on a big pile of clothes. I liked roaming around up there, occasionally dodging the loud black crows that entered through the broken windows. I didn't like them! Today, the barn is still standing, but it has be turned into apartments. Dad wouldn't be happy!