My aunt sent me some pix of the old barn, since torn down, an empty lot in its place.
This photo was taken in the ’70s. Back then, the barn was still in good enough shape for me to climb around the lofts, chasing after and herding kitten litters that the feral cats would try to hide.
My goal and mandate – from my grandmother – was to find the litters and tame the cats. I’m not sure what the purpose, except that it kept me entertained a good part of the summer.
Virtual Farmgirl 