I often pass this deteriorating barn in Macedon on Route 31 when I am out running errands. Precariously situated on the edge of Wal-mart sprawl, it silently sits empty awaiting it’s fate. I honestly can not recall how long the barn and farm-house has sat empty, but believe it has been a while. Recently a “Land for sale” sign popped up in front of the also empty farm-house, along with a pile of pallets. I have felt very nostalgic about barns lately, and the other day I decided to actually stop and take a picture of this old barn.
There is beauty and history where barns stand.
This old farm relic sitting idly by the hustle and bustle of a Supercenter, and is rather unpretentious. Sure there are prettier barns, barns with cupolas, and fancy windows but there is beauty and history where old barns stand. Standing as a silent reminder of agricultural days gone by in the shadow of big box shopping, It is easy to overlook this barn, with silvery-gray weathered wood siding it blends into the scenery, seemingly a part of the landscape. I sometimes wonder if anyone notices this barn as the drive by on the way to shop for strawberries from Mexico, tube socks from Indonesia and flat screen T.V.s from China.
I can only venture a guess that sooner than later this barn will be lost forever. Daylight can be seen through the boards on all sides of the barn, and it cries for a roof. With a good roof a barn can withstand the elements. Without a solid roof rain seeps into the wood, and the barns days are numbered.
Wooden barns are disappearing from our landscape. It is possible in the near future wooden barns will be a rarity, like covered bridges. Barns are lost everyday, some to fire, other’s are allowed to collapse into heaps of timber, and a few are dismantled, the beautiful worn barn wood re-purposed into rustic furniture and used in the interiors of homes.
I can say with honesty we lose a piece of our own history every time one of these barns disappears from the country side. More than utilitarian structures, wooden barns link us to our past, and remind us of our ties with the people who built them and farmed the land before us.
I hope someone buys this land and farm and does something great with it, I hope they give the barn the TLC it needs to survive, because once it is gone, it will be gone forever.