Anything that reminds me of my childhood is so special at this time in my life. I grew up in a family of farmers and played countless hours in old barns very similar to this. I’m so nostalgic about the look, the smells, the creaking boards, and now that we live in Tennessee I’m lucky enough to see old barns everywhere in the countryside.
Unlike Illinois and Indiana, who have long since destroyed so many old barns and put up aluminum pole buildings, Tennessee seems to preserve theirs, they are everywhere. We drive through the country and around every corner is another old barn and often silos sitting behind them. I think a road trip just to take pictures of them would be so much fun. It’s something that this generation knows nothing about, old barns, and oh are they missing out. There is no greater joy for a child than to play in a barn, climb in the hayloft and make forts in the hay, feed the animals, smell the corn in the crib, and seeing so many of these wonderful barns brings back so many good memories.
If you get a chance to just wander through the backroads of Tennessee, you will be richly rewarded of a life we don’t often see anymore. Small towns, meat and three diners, cattle grazing, country people, it’s well worth the trip...
