The Connecticut River starts in New Hampshire and slips under dozens of bridges connecting New Hampshire and Vermont. The path of the river is the border between New Hampshire and Vermont.
Lately, I have been focusing on the barns along the river, a part of the rich rural heritage of New England. It is sad to think how many are lost each year to collapse, neglect, fire, and development.
Dear old barn, you are so proud standing there, so beautiful and strong, if we listen quietly and are patient we can hear your stories...
"For sixty years the pine lumber barn had held cows, horses, hay, harness, tools, junk ... and the corn crops came and went, plows and wagon, and hands milked, hands husked and harnessed and held the leather reins of horse teams in dust and dog days, in late fall sleet 'til the work was done that fall. And the barn was a witness, stood and saw it all."
...and one of my favorite barns...the sweet smelling horse barn at JR and Jenny's farm in NY. Here are my boys in one of our home movies from 1989...
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