“If we keep no diary [journal], the path crumbles away behind us as our feet leave it; and days gone by are but little more than a blank, broken by a few distorted shadows. Life is all confined within the limits of to-day….”
We started EARLY, and the job ahead seemed almost impossible.
Zac and Roger had previously torn off the north end of the barn for easy access. This thing hadn't been cleaned out in DECADES.
We uncovered some writing in the cement - ZAC RICH 1995. We had poured new footings for the posts when Zac was only14 years old - now he's 25 days shy of 30 !
The little boys were in 7th heaven, be bopping from one adventure to another. By the end of the day, they had ridden in a tractor, an excavator, and a HUGE loader.
Grandma and Grandpa Ben came down to help and watch.
The little boys play in the loft........
....that was all nice and clean thanks to their dad. Sure wish Uncle Don was here to see all this. He would be amazed!
Even though Tagg didn't feel the best, he had a good day overall. We couldn't understand him when he talked, because it sounded like he had a mouth full of marbles. Unfortunately, they weren't marbles, but cold sores and cankers instead, poor little guy :*(
The finished product ! Can you believe it?
Then we did THIS !!!
These babies weighed 3000 to 3500 pounds each. Thanks to Roger Prescott and Dee Waldron we were able to get them hauled and placed :)
We ended up with THIS !!, which we will fill in for more parking.
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