This is my grandmother's barn. As a child I remember sneaking down the path to play in the hay with my cousins (my grandmother had 12 children 10 who lived to see adulthood and have families of their own so there were plenty of us to get in trouble together.) We'd roll in the hay and play with the corn she'd cut from the cob with that grinding machine for the pigs. Once we saw a dead rat in there that kinda ended our hay romping for a while...lol
Thursday, November 24, 2005
This is my grandmother's barn. As a child I remember sneaking down the path to play in the hay with my cousins (my grandmother had 12 children 10 who lived to see adulthood and have families of their own so there were plenty of us to get in trouble together.) We'd roll in the hay and play with the corn she'd cut from the cob with that grinding machine for the pigs. Once we saw a dead rat in there that kinda ended our hay romping for a while...lol
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