Wednesday, May 7, 2008
This is a picture of a very typical (for these parts) red barn, dating most likely to the early 1900's. The red paint can be found on most of the old barns around here, those that are still standing anyway.
For example, the barn where I found the shutters and painted them pink on an otherwise boring day (see April archives, I have no idea how to link it and cannot for the life of me focus on the details of learning how), is also this same red hue and definitely built around the same era.
The barn above is located in a field adjacent to a home my mother lived in as a child (one of several, she moved around a lot courtesy of her father who gambled and won some, lost some). It's located on the dividing line between Gloucester and Mathews counties. I have not asked her, nor do I know, whether this was originally part of the property she lived on, but I suspect it is. I have always been drawn to this, even more so now that the roof is peeling back and its vulnerabilities are exposed.
That's from one heckuva storm we had a few weeks ago, one where the house spun violently in circles and I thought for sure I'd find the witch's ruby red slippers underneath the foundation after we landed and I went outside. I didn't. But I did find the Fountain of Youth. It's located on the edge of our property, right near Robert Mondavi's grape juice stand, which came in quite handy for dealing with the storm's aftermath.