The phones lull for a moment at work and the barn creeps into my consciousness. In the next moment I feel a sense of urgency and make a mental note to pass by the barn on the trip home.
My instincts were correct, work on demolishing the barn had begun that morning and the left quadrant of the east wall had already been removed.
It has begun....somehow I felt OK with the turn of events. My mind did not register "demolition", as this seemed more of a deconstruction. It appeared as though the boards had been removed carefully, one a a time. Thankfully, there's no wrecking ball on the premises, or even worse a team of volunteer firemen who set these structures ablaze for practice sessions.
Someone is taking care with the end of the barns working life, and for that I am thankful. It's late and the light begins to fade. I make plans to return early the following morning.
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I'm hooked on the end of days for this barn. I wonder where the boards will turn up? Maybe a new floor somewhere? Keep us posted, please.
That is the one positive thing I suppose. The value of weathered barn wood and timbers is so high that most live on in some other form. In the days of cheap wood, it would have been demolished not deconstructed.
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