I grew up in a house across the highway from a dairy barn.
Actually I grew up in a house across the highway from THIS dairy barn.
For the first 23 years of my life, this was the view from our front porch.
And if you’ve ever been near a dairy barn, I don’t have to tell you about the “aromas” that often wafted across that highway to our house.
The barn is in the background in this picture of me with my doll baby stroller.
When I was growing up, an older couple lived in the house on the farm; the man worked at the dairy. I remember many afternoons riding on the tractor with him when he went out in the pasture to round up the cows for milking. The sweet, innocent summers of our childhood…..
Maybe that’s why I have such a fondness for barns.
On a recent trip to the mountains to see the fall foliage, I said to Motor Man: “Ooh, look at that barn!” more than a few times. Each time, he’d pull over to the side of the road, so I could take a picture. He’s such a good husband.
And we have plenty of barns in our area. Of course, we don’t have these mountains for a backdrop.
Yes, this affection I have for barns must have something to do with my childhood. It must be the memory of those summer afternoons.
It certainly isn’t the memory of the wafting aromas.
these days of mine 
Love those memories since they’re mine, too….although the dairy barn wasn’t a dairy when I was young but the farm and a barn were there.
I do have one thing to add…you forgot the aromas of the pig pen in the field beside the house. When the breeze was the wrong for bringing the sweet aromas of cows, you could bet you’d get the aromas of the pigs….country living is not for the ultra-sensitive NOSE!!! LOL!
We have some awesome barns in KY. You will have to visit me and take some pics here!!
And of course you know how I like barns. Remember the pictures of barns we found on one of our outings. Your photos are beautiful.
I hope Shern looks at your post . She loves barns to. They are good pictures.
Love the last picture of the rolling hills! That is what our view will be during Thanksgiving at my Uncle’s house in Lexington. Can’t wait to go now!!
BUCOLIC !!! That’s the word.. 🙂
ok – the pic of you with the doll carriage: your hair isn’t even to your shoulders and when you were in first grade I think I remember it being almost to your waist. Were you wearing a wig in first grade? Or did you wear really short waisted dresses?
Susan, that picture was taken when I was three years old. I had plenty of time to grow my hair long before first grade 😉