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Memories and sadness

July 15, 2012 - Pam Rodgers
A few weeks ago, my Grandmother, who lives in Montezuma, sustained some damage in the windstorm that whipped through the area. I had only been told about it but this past Saturday I went to visit and saw the damage first hand.

Thankfully, her house is fine but a big barn at the heart of her property was badly damage. It looks like there is no way to salvage it, so it will have to come down. This is very sad because of all the memories that I have of playing around and inside the barn while I grew up.

In my youth, I enjoyed running around with my cousins, exploring the barn and finding new ways to have fun. It was usually stacked with square hay bales. One of the best memories was the “initiation.” To get in the “club” you had to jump from the loft to the stack below, no matter the height. We were fearless.

When I think of going to Grandma’s, it’s hard not to picture the big barn in my mind. It’s a staple in my childhood memory and I will be sad when it is gone.



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