Uncle Rob's Barn
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Comment from Pearl Edwards
I really like what you've done with this poem Red, the father remembers the people the place, the human side of life while for his child it is simply a fun walk with Dad.Nicely told, nicely written.
cheers
reply by the author on 27-Jan-2018
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I really like what you've done with this poem Red, the father remembers the people the place, the human side of life while for his child it is simply a fun walk with Dad.Nicely told, nicely written.
cheers
Comment Written 27-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 27-Jan-2018
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Yes, sometimes children never wonder about the history of things as immortal to them as the hills and trees...thanks very much for reading and reviewing.
Comment from Jannypan (Jan)
Red,
I really enjoyed your poem about the old barn. The picture is perfect. It is great to imagine the stories it could tell. You have told a great one. I like the smooth flow & the great rhymes. I like the ending of 'I knew them all.' This is a great poem of reminiscing. You wrote about ho hard men worked then & how important that work was to them--work ethic. That I seldom seen today. Great job. Jan
reply by the author on 24-Jan-2018
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Red,
I really enjoyed your poem about the old barn. The picture is perfect. It is great to imagine the stories it could tell. You have told a great one. I like the smooth flow & the great rhymes. I like the ending of 'I knew them all.' This is a great poem of reminiscing. You wrote about ho hard men worked then & how important that work was to them--work ethic. That I seldom seen today. Great job. Jan
Comment Written 23-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 24-Jan-2018
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I guess the vanishing middle class and all the complex laws and procedures of building has caused a sad trend among contractors toward out and out dishonesty. They are not all crooks, but shop around! Thanks very much for reading and reviewing.
Comment from Dean Kuch
There are many, many old barns and outbuildings like that here in my neck of the woods, Red.
Some of the people who built these buildings I knew and others I did not.
Still, it makes for a beautiful setting.
Great poem, nice rhyming.
Take it sleazy.
~Dean
reply by the author on 24-Jan-2018
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There are many, many old barns and outbuildings like that here in my neck of the woods, Red.
Some of the people who built these buildings I knew and others I did not.
Still, it makes for a beautiful setting.
Great poem, nice rhyming.
Take it sleazy.
~Dean
Comment Written 23-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 24-Jan-2018
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My dad and his uncle Rob built Rob's barn during the depression years, The small hill farmers hardly knew there was a depression on, they were always dirt poor. The area has been "developed" and the farms are all "privacy lots" belonging to whiteflighters from the cities-unless they defaulted and shortsold to Guatemalans...changes, changes-- thanks for taking a look, Dean.
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My pleasure.
~Dean
Comment from Joy Graham
Oh yes. This brings back memories of visits to see my Granddad and the family farms. They say things were build much sturdier in the old days. The modern stuff is all flimsy. I love the old buildings left in the fields with no friends to keep them company. I used to be that skipping child. Now I'm old as the hills and the abandoned buildings I love so much.
Joy xx
reply by the author on 23-Jan-2018
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Oh yes. This brings back memories of visits to see my Granddad and the family farms. They say things were build much sturdier in the old days. The modern stuff is all flimsy. I love the old buildings left in the fields with no friends to keep them company. I used to be that skipping child. Now I'm old as the hills and the abandoned buildings I love so much.
Joy xx
Comment Written 23-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 23-Jan-2018
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Rob was actually my dad's uncle. Sometime during the Depression, Rob hired my dad to help him build the barn. I don't recall when Rob died, it was before my dad passed in 1977. Now the area has been "developed" and all the small farms are gone,
but the forgotten barn still stands on the back of a "privacy" lot. Thanks very much for reading and reviewing and making my day with that six!
Comment from Sandra du Plessis
A very well-written poem about an old barn that once was the proud possession of Uncle Rob. Since he died the barn is now abandoned and weathered.
reply by the author on 23-Jan-2018
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A very well-written poem about an old barn that once was the proud possession of Uncle Rob. Since he died the barn is now abandoned and weathered.
Comment Written 23-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 23-Jan-2018
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And as the area was being "developed" his very way of life died with uncle Rob. There are no small farms in that area now, just privacy lots and one or two large farms. Thanks for reading my verses.
Comment from Realist101
Hi Red, this reminds me of our old homestead in southern Indiana. It's now just a cabin for hunters and drunks...but it was my grandfolk's home and my mom growing up. We went there for years to farm the land/122 acres...and the minute mom let it go, the idiots who bought it logged the huge trees. I was absolutely furious. But anyway, your post is beautiful. I love this atmospheric post. Nice work.
reply by the author on 23-Jan-2018
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Hi Red, this reminds me of our old homestead in southern Indiana. It's now just a cabin for hunters and drunks...but it was my grandfolk's home and my mom growing up. We went there for years to farm the land/122 acres...and the minute mom let it go, the idiots who bought it logged the huge trees. I was absolutely furious. But anyway, your post is beautiful. I love this atmospheric post. Nice work.
Comment Written 23-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 23-Jan-2018
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I growl each time a semi-load of big logs passes my house. My oldest biggest pine has died, old age I guess. The shortleaf is said to live about 200 years, and this one hasn't changed a bit in sixty years, since we moved here. One tulip poplar in the marshy hollow was a sprout in 1950 and now is a hundred feet tall and a yard thick...thanks very much for reading and reviewing.
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Sigh...sad! :/
Comment from frierajac
At the last stanza it concludes with a theme of loneliness. Perhaps the bygone days
are missed. We had a big barn like this in Oak Grove. It was from the days of the Butterfield Stage and is fallen in now. It isn't nostalgia.
reply by the author on 23-Jan-2018
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At the last stanza it concludes with a theme of loneliness. Perhaps the bygone days
are missed. We had a big barn like this in Oak Grove. It was from the days of the Butterfield Stage and is fallen in now. It isn't nostalgia.
Comment Written 22-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 23-Jan-2018
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Uncle Rob was my father's uncle. They began to develop the area about the time he died, so his way of life died with him.
No more small farms, just "privacy" lots. My dad (1906--1977) helped build the barn. Thanks very much for reading and reviewing.
Comment from l.raven
HI LlJ, I love old buildings...I always wonder what went on in them sweet girl???...the same with this barn...who built them???...is this a family place???...so very well written...love your poem...and love the picture...love Linda xxoo
reply by the author on 23-Jan-2018
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HI LlJ, I love old buildings...I always wonder what went on in them sweet girl???...the same with this barn...who built them???...is this a family place???...so very well written...love your poem...and love the picture...love Linda xxoo
Comment Written 22-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 23-Jan-2018
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The picture is another building in the area. My dad helped his uncle Rob build the barn. They both died in the 1970s and their way of life died with them. The area was developed, and the small farms vanished. Thanks very much for reading and reviewing.
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that is amazing...and it still stands...I wish those times would come back...when things were simple...caring...sigh...you are always so welcome...love xxoo
Comment from Gloria ....
Another excellent poem, Ellijay. The last line is particularly poignant--built by men, I knew their names.
You've created a vivid image even without the fun artwork and it a haunting read indeed.
Great stuff as always,
Gloria
reply by the author on 23-Jan-2018
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Another excellent poem, Ellijay. The last line is particularly poignant--built by men, I knew their names.
You've created a vivid image even without the fun artwork and it a haunting read indeed.
Great stuff as always,
Gloria
Comment Written 22-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 23-Jan-2018
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Thanks very much, Gloria, for reading and reviewing. I noticed the old barn still standing. My dad (1906--1977) helped Rob build it. Since then the area has been developed and the small farms are history. Their way of life died with them.
Comment from damommy
Oh, Red, this is so beautiful.
"I try to hear them once again, lost voices in these haunted hills.' Very moving and brought tears to my eyes. I know what you mean about those past years so well.
reply by the author on 23-Jan-2018
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Oh, Red, this is so beautiful.
"I try to hear them once again, lost voices in these haunted hills.' Very moving and brought tears to my eyes. I know what you mean about those past years so well.
Comment Written 22-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 23-Jan-2018
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Two old barns in my memory sparked this poem. My dad helped build both, and he and his brother and their uncle Rob all died as the area was being "developed" and their way of life died with them. No more small farms, just a big one or two and lots of "privacy lots." I think you saw into my poem better than most. Giving it a six sure makes my day.
