This weathered barn door is in Landaff – White Mountains of New Hampshire.
To the person driving by on RFD#1, it looks like a lot of other barn doors in the area – old and in need of repair.
This particular barn door calls to me.
For many years, it was my grandparents’ barn door. Hay for the small herd of dairy cows was brought into the barn through this door, and my grandfather parked his Doodlebug inside.
The Doodlebug was a navy blue truck with no roof, doors or bed. It was like a really old farm truck convertible. It would screech as he tried to shift the gears which only added to the adventure. There was a long hay wagon parked out behind the barn that attached to the back of the Doodlebug for use during haying season.
I spent every summer of my youth on the farm, and when a neighbor called that the cows were out, I’d beg to go in the Doodlebug to get them back in. I loved riding in that old machine.
The current barn door looks like it could be the original one, but if my grandparents still lived there, I can guarantee you it would be in better shape.
My grandparents didn’t have a lot of money, but they had pride and they knew how to work hard. Brook Side Farm was their pride and joy, well along with me of course. 🙂
Linked to Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors – October 22, 2015.