Saturday, May 12,
7:30-8:35 p.m.
(The title of this post has been changed.)
When farmhouse and barn were
new, the house sat high on the hill, and the barn was in the backyard, but
since the house was moved downhill, their respective positions have been reversed.
This view of the barn is from the west, as the farmer would have approached it
in the old days to milk cows morning and evening. The barn would not, however,
have been as dilapidated then as it is today, no longer housing livestock. The tall and massive section
was originally roofed with wood shingles. Later, sections of metal roofing were
laid on over the shingles, but on half of the western slope of the roof the
metal is gone, and the shingles have been deteriorating rapidly. Old boards
curve and sag inward. Gaping holes appear. Framing and side walls (of vertical
boards) are in better condition.
Cows were kept in the shed on the north end of the barn. Inside, troughs in the concrete floor of
this section received their body waste. There was a door between the two
sections so that old Joe could transfer bales of hay and straw—the latter their
bedding, former their winter food when pasture was snow covered—to their
stalls. At either end of the tall section of barn are doors high in the walls where
the last bales would have been delivered to the tops of the mountains inside by
elevator.
The cowshed walls were
simple boards laid horizontally, but at some point in the barn’s history these
had been overlaid with sheets of stamped metal. Now, all these years later,
much of the stamped metal has been peeled back and torn off by wind rushing
down the hill, so that sections of old board are exposed. One small window is
boarded shut, as is the small door on this side, while the other window is opaque silver-grey with the grime of decades.
The east side of the barn is
kept mowed, but the west face
has been ungroomed for many years. Weeds and
large shrubs grow up against the large old doors (not seen here) where
machinery and wagons could once go in this side and out the other. This barn
was built by a Bohemian farmer and shows his saving ways. Its decay shows
the history of farming in Leelanau County: as livestock declined and orchards
came to predominate, the old hay barns were no longer needed and not kept
in repair. This one was also built without a foundation, its old twisted cedar
uprights, seemingly as strong as iron, set directly on the ground, so over the
years the barn has settled more and more, wanting to lie down and return to earth.
Late evening sun, soon to
set behind the hill, warms the wood. The light changes almost by the moment.
The lower its angle, the more detail appears: wood grain, knotholes, the subtle
shading that weathering has brought about.
Sparrows flit in the shrubs.
Mourning doves call.
