August 26, 2019
By Arthur H. Gunther III
(also on Facebook)
There probably is a barn in most people’s youth, whether you live on a farm, or you pass the iconic red structures as you grow up. Barns mean work for farmers’ kids but also a distinct playground for childhood imagination, and, later, an irreplaceable repository for memories.
Those who just pass by can conjure up their own thoughts about throwing hay at one another or boarding animals. You do not have to own a barn to experience the imagination.
Barns make a nation, for we cannot exist without food, without farms, without the practicality and essential ingredient that as a barn is to a farm, a farm is to life.
Barns are usually red because the color was once easiest to mix and durable, but there are other hues, too, just like people.
Just like emotions.
The writer is a retired newspaperman. firstname.lastname@example.org.