Or, at least what remains of my grandfather's barn. Actually he has been gone a long time now and someone else owns this property but I had the opportunity to walk around the land this weekend and reminisce. There used to be a cow barn with a big silo on the end of this structure and the pond was further up the hill (it had been moved). My father was born in 1926 (January 8th, actually he's 86 years old today) in the downstairs bedroom of the little farm house on this property.