It’s a terrible thing, but we had it…. because this was a very special barn.
It was massive, beautiful and pretty much dominated the Hancock Shaker Village landscape.
The original structure was a calf barn built in 1880, but it burnt to the ground in 1910 and this was the glorious replacement.
Structurally, it’s a wonder.
And if I had been a cow back then, (opposed to the cow I am now) I’d have considered myself fortunate to live there.
Hell, throw in a few scatter rugs and a frozen margarita blender…. I’d live there now.
Those Shaker builders knew their stuff.
5 stories of wonderful is what it was.
The husband may have been walking around with his mouth open, I’m not sure.
But when we heard that the sanitary commission of the 1930’s forbade the farmers to actively use and house cows there due to the wooden floors, we almost wept.
What a waste.
So an ell was added on… with concrete floors, and I made some new friends.
Including a chicken who clearly ignores signs.
And to continue my tradition of riveting video clips…
I give you Pig Washing Beets.
Never let it be said we don’t know how to have a good time on vacation.
