The Horse Barn

Horse Barn Nebraska

I like the old barns the best, the ones on their last legs, returning to the earth.  And yet this one saddens me.

It was the horse barn on my grandparents’ farm in Nebraska.  When I was a child (over half a century ago), this barn stabled horses – riding horses and draft horses.  The pinto saddle horse, Duke, and the draft mares, Florrie and Bess in their box stalls. The tack room held old harnesses and saddles that smelled of conditioning oil and horse sweat.  I ran my hands through the bin of oats and climbed on the bales of hay in my own little heaven.

Now it’s full of discards and falling in on itself.

It may not look like much to you but know that it’s full of history and memories.

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19 Responses to The Horse Barn

  1. There are still walls and beams full of voices, the smell of hay and the nickering greeting of ancient equines. I feel your sadness here Donna

  2. i adore the old ones also. it’s wonderful to get a look inside and know some of the history. i can understand how this is difficult for you being so close to your heart!!

    the light inside is wonderful, how it dances on the roof. thanks for sharing!!

  3. Judy says:

    What a neat barn…I would love to go and have a look inside if it wasn’t too dangerous.

  4. Janis says:

    Awwwe thats a little sad…hold your memories close to your heart! I am sure at one time this was great old barn

  5. Bruce says:

    I love the light peaking through the cracks and holes in your second shot. Though it makes you sad to see it in its present condition you must have so wonderful memories of it before hand.

  6. Ruta says:

    It is sad to see a barn full of memories about to disappear, but I got a wonderful sense of it’s history from your description.

  7. It looks sad to me too. I’m glad you have a photo of it before it’s gone.

  8. Terry Beck says:

    All things must pass and I am grateful for the memories, as us over 50 know, when most of life is behind we spend a lot time looking in the rearview mirror. Good memories mean a happy past! My grandparents also had a neat barn full of livestock and kids games and spooky stories at night. I am thankful I was privileged to experience it. I do feel your pain though, just trying to be “philosphical” about it. Happy Day Donna

  9. Rose says:

    I like the old barns, too, but I hate seeing them where the trees are growing up out from under the edge.

  10. Mari says:

    I like old barns best too, but when you are attached to them, it’s a whole ‘nother story. What a history this one has!

  11. jimh. says:

    I like the story to go with it!!

  12. Lesley says:

    The saddest abandoned barns are the ones we remember. I have no fond memories of barns or farms, so I can be dispassionate about them. I rather wish I had the memories, though….

  13. I just drove by my parents’ horse ranch in Vista, CA, which they owned in the 1960’s. It is now a thriving equestrian training center and the paddock was full of young girls having lessons! My dad put the roof on that barn and it is still there! Yes, old barns are FULL of memories!
    ~~Cheryl Ann~~ You can see it here: http://southwestbarns.blogspot.com/2010/04/red-barnsunday-stills-challenge-042510.html

  14. Tanya says:

    what wonderful memories….don’t you wish things could remain the same sometimes?

  15. Tricia says:

    Full of memories & I love it when the background & stories are included in the posts… we don’t often get to hear them. I’m terribly sorry your family’s old barn is in such bad shape, but I thank you so much for posting it here today on Barn Charm… it will live on forever =)

  16. Kim,USA says:

    Indeed barn is full of memories to reminisce. Looks like your grandparents house barn is huge. Thanks for sharing.

    Barn Charm

  17. Even though the barn is in sad shape, the pictures you created with your words are wonderful. Thanks for you kind comment.

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