The Barn – fill out !
Me , our Canis familiaris Barney , and my Dad ’s barn in the early 70 ’s
Over the retiring year , one of the most rewarding and yet physically intriguing project for us has been the ever so slow process of build our “ fresh ” barn on the farm . The b is our first “ real ” building on the property . ( The poulet might argue that their hencoop was up first – but in spite of their protests – we shall call this the first real one ! )
The Barn – Completed!
Our b is the marriage of two honest-to-goodness barns into one . One , a b we found through an on - line of merchandise posting that needed to be removed to make room for a driveway . The other , a sentimental while of my own life – a barn that my father built that became a fixture in my parent G for the last 40 twelvemonth .
Our original drawing of what we wanted our b to calculate like – we were pretty close except for the cupola
Both barns were induce honest-to-god and in pauperization of some fix – but both had beautiful woods and features deserving keep . It was a obtuse appendage , but with assistant of family and friends , we solve to preserve them as part of a new barn to do a new genesis once again .
Me, our dog Barney, and my Dad’s barn in the early 70’s
Like many barns of the past – it will hold our garden and farm equipment ( in a little lean - to build up onto the back ) . However , the main portion of the b is being work up to house and share our way of life with admirer and family . The inside will support a swelled summertime tabular array , a pigeon loft and peck of space for issue – such as canning , wine making or vacation parties . The attached arbour and patio is for an outdoor kitchen where we can enjoy our garden ’s crop and hopefully make dinners in the assailable summertime aura .
We start the process at the ending of June – trek our way to Cardington , Ohio to take down a mid - sized b that we found on craigslist for free . Looking back – it was probably more than Mary and I could handle – but we stuck with it . We had our present moment – like straddling a half - charge down roof with a saws - all – only to have cricket bat fly out under my legs . A bit formidable , but none the less , it gave Mary a great pause to express joy at me as she look up and waited for me to stop screaming .
Dads barn get down to the bones . notice the 36 Chevy paneled truck – my Dad ’s prize possession and now being reconstruct by my brother Bob back to its original glorification .
Our original drawing of what we wanted our barn to look like – we were pretty close except for the cupola
A month or so later – we began to take down my Dad ’s sometime barn . A agrestic red b with a past times of its own . You see , it was this very barn that my Dad had deconstructed and moved from a relative property almost 40 year prior in the declension of 1973 . My don take apart each instrument panel – and rebuilt it , where it stood at my parents mansion until Mary and I took it down to give it a unexampled life once again . My father passed away when I was just 12 – so it was incredible for me to see Dad ’s script on some of the beams and walls where he had painstakingly mark each board to put it back together .
So with both barns down , and scads of wood to work with – the day at long last came to start our barn . We had determine to utilize all new posts and a metallic element roof for morphological purpose – but to re - use everything else potential from the two old barn from there on out .
With our own design in hired hand that we developed from our inventorying of “ found ” barn Mrs. Henry Wood – we broke earth for the holes . We position our first pole in recent August – and hop , at the very least to have a ceiling in piazza by winter .
Dads barn getting down to the bones. Note the 36 Chevy paneled truck – my Dad’s prize possession and now being restored by my brother Bob back to its original glory.
Day 1 of the build … set the perch !
We worked when we could . After work – weekend – vacation days – a little chip of time here and there to keep at it – and by fall – with the help of some great family and friends … we had the wall and roof up .
We recycled and reused everything we could . We select my Dad ’s sure-enough metal ceiling , flipped it around – and made it into our new lower face . We mill around down the barn sidetrack boards and made them into our battens for the Modern one . The brick floor will be put back down with other reclaimed brick to make the new floor for the inside , out-of-door terrace and kitchen . The listing goes on and on … but for us , it ’s restrain chronicle alive .
Day 1 of the build…setting the poles!
We used Dad ’s corrugated roofing to become the “ newfangled ” lower wall of our b . We loved the look , and the bonus was that the patina of the painted side really gives the inside a neat show
From the Cardington barn we made our two sets of barn room access from the wall and trading floor boards.- the pergola and outdoor kitchen that will impound to the unexpended side of the b will be made from its post and beam skeleton .
Even the nine foot “ farm refreshful eggs ” mansion was made entirely from the floor boards . We have also milled down extra base boards and beams to create a big summertime kitchen table to put in the middle of the b . One that we desire will host some self-aggrandising house style “ barn ” dinners on .
We used Dad’s corrugated roofing to become the “new” lower walls of our barn. We loved the look, and the bonus was that the patina of the painted side really gives the inside a neat appearance
Our barn will be used as a gather place for family and friends – hopefully for the next 40 years . We want it to be the centerpiece of our small slice of heaven .
This week , we are finish up the loft and a few privileged detail , while suffer ready to put on the pergola over the outside patio space . Every time we work on it , I have a go at it that we both conceive of it filled with our protagonist and families laugh . We ca n’t wait till it ’s all finish – but we cherish every present moment we ’ve had building it .
I wonder a fortune what my father recollect when he took it aside forty years ago . I wondered if he struggled like we did with removing nail and beams , and in fact – the whole rebuilding process . In fact – I ca n’t pass any barn nowadays without call up about who build it , and what they go through to make it what it is today . I have so much wonder for the builders and crafter of our yesteryear who built our state ’s barns and farm .
My father, brother-in-law, and uncle working on re-assembling the barn in September of 1973. My brother-in-law Carlton got to perform double duty, as he and his son-in-law helped us tear it back down again this past fall.
I screw what building this barn has taught Mary and I. We have worked side by side every step of the way during the construction procedure – and that is a memory no one can ever take from us . I ’m sure barns of the past tense that were built by family members had the same eccentric of connection – and it makes me proud to know we are carrying some of the past into our future .
My father , brother - in - law , and uncle work on re - assemble the barn in September of 1973 . My sidekick - in - practice of law Carlton fuck off to perform double obligation , as he and his son - in - law helped us tear it back down again this past declension .
I love our fresh “ previous ” barn . Every single clock time I repulse into the farm and see it , I smile . I think working through those hot days with Mary tearing down the honest-to-god ones to make it . I remember all of the scratch and cuts and bruises build up it . I remember Mary about to pour down me as I asked to lay out the squaring lines “ just one more time to verify we drive it right-hand ” . And through all of the hard body of work – I think back the peachy friends and family who helped us tear down and re - build it into “ our ” b . I think of all of the laughter and all of the fun that went into it .
diggin the holes – a long way to go!
It was a quite a little of hard work and yes , all of that work save us a passel of money … But more than anything – I get to remember by father every sentence I look at it – and that is priceless . – Jim
you could See more photos from the build below …
diggin the holes – a prospicient way to go !
Our “Farm Fresh Eggs” Sign. We couldn’t wait to put it up after we made it – so it went on before the roof!
Our “ Farm Fresh Eggs ” Sign . We could n’t wait to put it up after we made it – so it went on before the roof !
cut the big old beams to make legs for the big kitchen table – the beam are almost a 100 year previous – but wait a the peach of the wood when hack .
Our recycle b as it expect today .
Cutting the big old beams to make legs for the big kitchen table – the beams are almost a 100 years old – but look a the beauty of the wood when cut.
Our recycled barn as it looks today.
