GRANDMA JOYCE’S LETTER
Our barn is 100 years old this year. The barn has held many horses. My dad was a farmer and did many things besides farming. He used to order horses for other people. One time, this fellow wanted a young, black male horse, so Dad ordered it and it came, but then the fellow decided he didn’t want the horse, so Dad figured he’d keep it himself. When I first saw this horse, he was black with a white star on his forehead. He was a stallion and as he got older he became more wild, so my dad had a special place built for him and called him Vic. The spot Vic was in had bars on it and a lock on the door. He used to be turned out during the day to get exercise and a drink.
The barn has had teams, workhorses and saddle horses. It also held hay in the loft, put there by a sling that ran the length of the barn, and slings that would hold the hay and were pulled up from the front by a team. The hay went down through the feeders to the horses.
There was also a pumphouse built onto the barn, and now that it has been 100 years, the barn is pulling away from the pumphouse. It would take a lot to bring it back to its original form, but it would be wonderful to have it restored to the way it once was.