Sunday, August 30, 2015

Tear-down.....

Genuine simplicity of heart is a healing and cementing principle.
                                            Edmund Burke


Sometimes you go somewhere that you had no intention of going just to please someone else. I am pretty sure I am not the only one that has been found in this situation. Sometimes that turns out to be just what you needed.

I found myself driving to an auction with My Hero and Dios on the weekend, way up north and away from all the things going on around here. Things that I was trying to forget, or to remember I am not really sure which. My Hero thought it would be good for me but I truly had my doubts. I trust this man; he knows me better than I know myself sometimes.


The scenery was actually a blur of barns in all different states of repair and demolition. Blurry, once beautiful magnificent strong barns, never going to be saved nor returned to what they once were, now heaped up and forgotten raced past my window. Much like in life, we all may constantly be watching our lives pass by in this same way. Racing bits of your life that you are trying to get through as best you can to get on with what lies ahead. 

Continually hoping that on reaching the final destination it will have been worth the journey. Hoping you can hold onto the stories, the good ones and even those bad ones. Hopefully not just leaving those stories scattered on the ground, much like the boards of these barns, broken decaying bits and pieces. Are you the only one that has always understood that all those stories have their purpose or a lesson in the end?


There were falling down barns, propped up barns, barns that were perfect and obviously loved and cherished, uncannily similar to the lives of most persons I know. All dealing with what was thrown at them. Every blurry image imprinting and stirring emotions as we whizzed by making me think. A single tear rolled down my cheek thinking, about what was, what is and what is to come. Thoughts were galloping through my mind, as fast those barns raced past that window.

When we arrived at this auction my mind stopped racing once I found myself standing looking at a barn in pieces. Wondering if it was being torn down to disappear forever, or maybe just going through a transition to become something new, still to retain the old foundation, which had always had to be so strong.


I found myself wondering about the stories stuck to, and hidden deep in the walls and crevices waiting to be heard. Waiting to be gathered; were they going to fall to the ground and disappear to be completely forgotten over time?

I stood there and listened as hard as I could, trying to capture any bits of leftover stories that were clinging to the walls or hidden deep in the crevices. There was only silence. Had it given up? 


The man standing close by may have been thinking the same way. “What a shame this old barn is being torn down”. “Yes it is”, I replied.

Later

33 comments:

  1. "Genuine simplicity of heart is a healing and cementing principle."

    Aaaamen...

    I like what you said about stories. They are important to hold on to!

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  2. Grace, our barn whisper....beautiful and poignant post that makes my heart ache for all of those soon to be lost memories. We are seeing old barns falling by the wayside here each winter...a lifetime of memories gone in a snowfall. Sad.

    Jen

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  3. Well, I am glad your Mr Hero knew just what you needed. I do not think we ever forget our stories or old memories, it just seems like new stories are always replacing the old. It is sad to see the old barn coming down. It held many stories, I am sure! Happy Sunday, enjoy your new week ahead!

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  4. life continues whether we're ready or not.

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  5. Oh the stories those old walls hold. Barns are disappearing every year around here, no one uses them anymor and cannot afford to repair them...the other day we saw the Amish raising a barn:)

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  6. Stories are our foundation and our building blocks.
    I am so glad that your story has a hero...

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  7. Some are torn down, others given a new lease on life... and sometimes the parts are re-purposed.

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  8. Those old barn falling apart or being repurposed are a reminder that nothing stays the same for ever. It is sad .... Everything and everyone is in transition of some kind. We never feel comfortable to change but stages by stages we do change, sometimes fighting all the way. Sometimes changes are difficult to accept but when things levels off, we find our own level of happy.

    You Hero knows you so well and you are loved.

    Hugs,
    JB

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    1. Oops, it should read Your Hero knows you so well.
      JB

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  9. I always wonder about the stories old barns and house could tell...you know they have had a lot of living pass within their walls.

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  10. There's some kind of saying like, "If only walls could talk." I think that's what you're looking for.

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  11. Thank you for sharing from the heart . . sometimes life itself seems like that to me . . so, your post resonates with me . . .

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  12. We now have one of those big old Tobacco Barns. O ne of the first things the realtor said to us before we had even made an offer was, "You can Always tear it down and sell the lumber, there is a lot of demand for the lumber for city people who want rustic lodges and country cabin's."
    I heard a simple saying once that stuck with me, it applies to many things. "As long as you are remembered in hearts with love, you will never die". Maybe us remembering the time of these barns will keep them alive longer.

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  13. I like the idea that some of the wood being used for something else. Too bad it is being torn down though. Love the photos!

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  14. Lovely old barns, slowly crumbling, forgotten, are from a bygone era. It is a real shame, and a loss. I like it when people take the wood and reuse, repurpose or recycle it. There is still 'life' in those old boards.

    Thank you for sharing ~ FlowerLady

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  15. I suppose they out live their day....or they fall down
    Hugs M xoxox

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  16. I wonder if they'll use some of those old boards and beams to make something new...full of sentiment? If those walls could talk...

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  17. It is sad to see the old barns go. They hold so much history.

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  18. It is sad but time has a way of changing everything.

    Blessings.

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  19. I agree with your thoughts on old barns and life. It's the same when I see old houses falling down. I'm glad many barns are being re-purposed to a new life but the ones that are falling down make me very sad.

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  20. Oh so true..if only the walls could talk- wow what stories we would hear!

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  21. B,
    I always love your stories, and pictures.
    Going to an auction always soothes the soul.
    Hugs,
    Sandy

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  22. There are so many stories, even some that may never be told. I like remembering the old stories sometimes, but I also like the idea of life insisting on new stories. I like to think that nothing worthwhile is lost, even though it might be so changed we don't quite recognize it. I'm glad your husband knows you so well. It helps to have a partner like that.

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  23. Sigh.... thank-you for this post.

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  24. Our barns are well over 100 years old (house was built in 1823), and we are doing our best to preserve them. You might say we are "roof poor," but they are in great shape.

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  25. This story touched my heart.....Old barns, now obsolete. Sometimes I feel that way myself. xo Karen

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  26. A huge shame. And I love that you at least tried to listen to it.

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  27. Beautiful post. How sad that it is being torn down but hopefully what it meant will never die. xoxo

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  28. It makes me so sad also. I love that quotation you chose at the top there. It is so perfect!

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  29. This is a sad story. It is sad to see the barns falling down with their memories lost forever. I wish buildings could talk too. Hopefully this one will be replaced. You also sound like you are going through a sad time. You need to go for a walk in the bush to your favourite place and write.

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  30. It is sad to see old wood barns torn down or left to fall down...
    Hope all is well :)

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  31. You are a wonderful writer and this is one of your very best posts. I feel for those barns, I feel for our lives. This is a magnificent blog post and needs to be in a book. A book of short stories, perhaps?

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