The sound of a barn falling

May 24, 2016

It took ten to fifteen seconds and ended in a cloud of dust, and it was a sound unlike anything we had heard before, a tearing, scratching, snapping mess of sound, and it went on and on.

And then the old Young barn, a landmark on Young’s Hill, was a twisted wreckage of tin roofing, timbers, and sheeting.  One of the nesting turkey vultures circled the heap in dismay.

There are a few thousand feet of hardwood lumber in there, a good Herreschoff pram I’d like to rescue, and a generation’s discarded tools, winter tires and furniture.



2 Responses to “The sound of a barn falling”

  1. Tom Says:

    YIKES! Do you think it was the turkey vulture chicks putting on weight that was “the straw that broke…….”?

    • rodcros Says:

      Actually, I think it might have been the dry weather’s effect upon the lime mortar of the west wall. It seems to have crumbled and dropped the field stones which made it up like a bunch of ball bearings when the lime turned to dust. And that was the last straw for the long-suffering ash timbers, and the loft has now become the main floor. Some cleanup required before use.

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