The Beginnings of The Barn

cropped-20170316_2046181.jpgThe Beginnings of The Barn

When deciding to start a blog and to sell stuff on Etsy, I needed a name.  It was obvious to me that it should have to do something with the fact that I live in a barn.  Not a house with barn type décor.  Not a metal pole barn.  A real barn.

This barn started out as a . . . well, a barn.  A couple bought it years ago and turned it into their weekend retreat.  Then they added on.  And added on.  And added on.  When they retired, they made it their full-time home.

I first walked into the barn about 15 years ago.  Not only did I find it beautiful, I loved the fact that it was filled to the brim with books and pictures.  The lady of the house was a librarian and her love of books was obvious in every room.  The gentleman of the house was a well-known musician and an amazing woodworker.

Sadly, he passed away several years ago at the ripe old age of nearly 99.  The lady of the house was in her 90’s as well.  Since the barn is secluded and requires a lot of maintenance, she moved in with one of her adult children.  Several years later, she passed away.  And the barn sat empty.

About 2 ½ years ago, my husband’s family was going through a major crisis.  We had lots of discussions about the quality of life versus the length of life.  If you aren’t able to enjoy it, what’s the point?  This caused my husband and I to make the decision that it was time to move from our tiny cramped house (which I loved) to something a little larger and closer to his parents.

Eventually we approached the people who had inherited The Barn and the land that it and the house my in-laws live in and see if they were interested in renting it.

It didn’t take long for all of us to come to an agreement.  They were happy to have someone who could care for The Barn and we were thrilled to be able to live in such a unique house and right across the creek from my hubby’s parents.

Getting into The Barn actually took a lot of sweat.  We helped the owners to remove the majority of what was in the house.  The Barn looked like a time capsule.  Everything (except for food) was just as it had been the day the lady of the house moved to her son’s house.  There was change on the coffee table.  There were clothes laid out on a bed.  And there were books, hundreds of books.  Some items were disposed of.  Some were given away.  Some were stored for the future.  Some were shipped to another family member and some just stayed with the house.  This is how I ended up with a dining room table that seats 10 people.  There are only 3 of us.  So, the table is pretty much a catch all for things that need finished.

Maintaining The Barn takes a lot of sweat.  It’s large.  It’s laid out weird since it kept getting added on to and it is mostly heated with a cast iron wood stove.  There’s even a cast iron wood burning cook stove still in the kitchen.  Since we have an electric stove as well, the other one doesn’t get used a whole lot.  I have made dinner on/in it and even baked cookies in it when we had no power.

The benefits of it usually outweigh the cons.  We get plenty of shade.  And, there are lots of windows to open and enjoy the breeze.  It’s not like anything I have lived in before.  It’s the perfect showcase for my collection of taxidermy.  And, it’s just plain nifty.

So, since The Barn is such a big part of my life, I knew that it should be a big part of the blog.  And along came Hoosier Barn Chick.

Peace, Love & Barns

Hoosier Barn Chick

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