B is for Barn

All of us loved to climb the hay bales in the barn and would get in trouble if caught doing it.  Papaw (Daddy’s father) would tell us there were skunks in the barn to keep us out, and after that, my sister Scherri thought she saw one once, but this didn’t deter us.

Barn similar to what we had on farm

 That old weathered barn with the big double doors drew us in.  Once inside, the rich smell of hay filled our noses and we would run and climb upon the golden bales and run across them.  They were all neatly stacked in rows of varying heights, some of the rows rising up to the peak of the roof.  There was loose hay scattered about the floor that had fallen out at sometime in the past.  The hay would make us itch and sneeze, but it was a favorite place to play.  We loved to chase each other across the bales.

On a large nail by the door, just inside the barn, hung the rope that the men used to tie around the bales along with the big hook for lifting the bales and a pitchfork or two.  Whenever we needed rope for something this is the first place we would go.  We would make jump ropes, or tie the rope around two tin cans to make a telephone.  This large ball of rope was handy for whatever childhood project came to mind.  Of course, the twine was off limits, as was the barn, so we got in trouble if the adults found us in there.  Nevertheless, we took our chances and went to the barn a lot.

The Hay Barn and Other Childhood Games – Part Two

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All of us loved to climb the hay bales in the barn and would get in trouble if caught doing it. Papaw would tell us there were skunks in the barn to keep us out, and after that, my sister Scherri thought she saw one once, but this didn’t deter us.


That old weathered barn with the big double doors drew us in. Once inside, the rich smell of hay filled our noses and we would run and climb upon the golden bales and run across them. They were all neatly stacked in rows of varying heights, some of the rows rising up to the peak of the roof. There was loose hay scattered about the floor that had fallen out at sometime in the past. The hay would make us itch and sneeze, but it was a favorite place to play.

On a large nail by the door, just inside the barn, hung the rope that they used to tie around the bales along with the big hook for lifting the bales and a pitchfork or two. Whenever we needed rope for something this is the first place we would go. We used rope to make jump ropes, or to tie around two tin cans to make a telephone. That rope was handy for whatever childhood project came to mind. Of course, the twine was off limits, as was the barn, so we got in trouble if the adults found us in there.

During summer months, we got into stumbling pursuits after fireflies (lightning bugs) that we would catch in jars or in our hands. We would also go out, catch those hairy caterpillars, and put them in jars, being careful to take a nail and poke holes in the lid so they could breathe. Sometimes we even put in a blade of grass so they would have something to eat.

My sisters and I loved to make mud pies too and would while away a summer afternoon sitting on the bench under the chinaberry trees sifting dirt to make it fine. We used screen wire and an old tin can for this and would try to gather dirt from a few places to get some different colors.

“Oh it still isn’t fine enough.” One of us would say as we looked at the assortment of tin cans and screen and we would sift it some more. When we were satisfied it was smooth and fine enough we would add water and make it into patties that we would place in an old iron skillet or on a piece of screen to ‘cook.’ On a few occasions, we would add some straw to make it different. When I think about it, there sure does seem to be a million and one uses we had for tin cans back then.

Daddy would make us bows and arrows out of tree limbs and old inner tubes that he would cut into strips. We also had slingshots from forked branches. These things could shoot a mean chinaberry. Daddy also would try to teach us to shoot his twenty-two rifle and would line up cans on the fence posts. Of course, we only did this under his supervision. Otherwise, the gun stayed locked up. We all had lectures on being extremely careful with it too and he would always be standing right beside us. This was not one of the favorite things for us girls to do, but I guess he thought we needed to know how.

Sometimes, as the oldest, I would play teacher. We had enough kids for a classroom. Everyone always went along with what I wanted to teach or do. I even gave everybody tests and quizzes and no one seemed to mind.

Once in awhile all of us would pile around the little black and white television and watch Ed Sullivan, Lawrence Welk, or Gunsmoke. Gunsmoke was Daddy’s favorite show. We got that little television when I was six. Most of the time, we played outside, which is something kids don’t do enough of today.

We rode our bicycles down the dirt road to the highway to count the cars on the freight trains and wave at the man in the caboose or to watch for a certain color car to go by on the highway. Scherri and I learned to ride on Daddy’s big, old brown bicycle. We got a blue bicycle for Christmas in 1960 and Bonni got a scooter that was pink.

You can imagine this menagerie as we stopped at each fencepost on the way back from the highway, pretending they were different places in town such as the grocery store, the post office, or the doctor’s office. If two of us ended up at the same post at the same time, we would say:

“Oh hello Mrs. So and so. How are you?” or something to that effect.

Riding in the corn trailer used to be a lot of fun too. We would sit back there with the ears and try to dodge the ones coming out of the shoot. We would be dirty from all those husks and it would itch like the devil, nevertheless, we couldn’t wait to get in there again.

Entertainment would not be complete without mentioning the ball games in the pasture. We would all get together with our cousins and play baseball using the dried cow patties as bases. We had to watch out for the fresh ones, of course, and make sure to run around them or jump over them when running the bases. We had a few mishaps along the way but not too many considering how many of us there were. I am still not sure why we didn’t pick another place for the games and use rocks or something for the bases. I guess it was a lot more interesting this way.

All of us spent quite a bit of time wading in the muddy ditches of water after it rained. This muddy water seemed to be as enticing to us as the old barn and kept beckoning us to enter, so off the shoes would come and before long we would all be knee deep in water. This was especially fun in the summer when it was so hot.

Once in awhile all of us piled into that old pink and white station wagon to go to the dollar a carload drive-in movie in town. We had to keep the windows down in that car all year because the exhaust fumes leaked in, but we didn’t care. It was a day out and off the farm. The first thing we would do is go to the snack bar and buy one of the pic coils for mosquito’s that we could light and place on the dash. In summer, the nights were sticky and the mosquitoes were plentiful. Once the old metal speaker was in place on the edge of the window, we all settled back to watch the movie. Then it was just a matter of saying “shut up” once in awhile and slapping a stray mosquito or two.

Once in a great while, we went to the Dairy Queen after. We would all pile out, sit on the curb, and eat their broiler burgers. They were the best hamburgers I ever had. I wonder now if it was just the event of going to town and I just thought they were fantastic because they aren’t like that today.

As you can see, life on the farm wasn’t all work and no play. The work was hard because you had to deal with all the heat and humidity along with it, but we had our fun times as well. The entertainment was very diverse because there were so many of us. Somebody always had an idea for a game or competition although most of the time they all looked at me first. I guess this is because I’m the oldest. We had our moments of fighting and disagreeing with each other too, but looking back on it, we had lots of fun because there were so many to play with and not too many dull moments.

Writing Prompt – Called in the middle of the night



The phone roused me from of my thoughts about the dilemma I was in.  I had been contemplating what to do about the other night.

“Hullo,” I answered in a slurred voice.  Sure, I had been drinking.  What else could I do in my situation?  Yes, it didn’t solve the problem I had, but it took the edge off.

“Ellie, I need you to do me a favor,” Robert’s voice came from the end of the receiver.  Robert was a good friend I met in college, but I hadn’t spoken to him in awhile.

“What’s the matter, Robert?  You sound upset.”

“I’ll explain everything when you get here.  Can you come and pick me up?”  Robert spoke in hushed tones with a touch of panic in his voice.

“Well yeah, I guess,” I mumbled and tried to sit up, groping around for the shoes I had tossed off earlier.  I wondered if I should even get on the road, but I felt compelled to help if I could.

I rummaged around on the cluttered coffee table, knocking things on the floor, as I searched for the notepad and pen I knew was there – somewhere.

I could feel Roberts’s angst as he sighed into the phone and waited, then proceeded to give me directions that I scribbled down, hoping I could read my own writing.

I managed to find my purse and car keys, grabbed my jacket off the chair, and stumbled to the door.  I needed to shake off this woozy feeling and wake up.  All I needed was more trouble.

I grabbed a bottle and splashed some on my face before locking the door.

Moments later, I was in the car and traveling out of town looking for the road Robert told me to take.  Luckily, most everyone was in bed so there was no traffic.  However, I was still aware of my drunken state and tried to manage the car as best I could so as not to draw any attention to myself.

Soon I found myself traveling down the gravel road looking for the old barn Robert said would be there.  A half-moon showed dips and ruts in the old road.  I tried to stay in the tracks and not veer off to the side, or to the middle where a ridge of grass grew undisturbed.  I wondered what kind of trouble Robert had gotten himself involved in, and how that would add to my own problems.  I didn’t have a good feeling about this.

I found the whole setting to be on the spooky side and began to wonder why I had agreed to meeting anyone out here in the middle of the night.  The phone call did sound urgent, prompting me off the couch, getting me out of my apartment.

Everything looked abandoned, as you would expect it would be in the middle of the night.  The hoot of an owl brought me back out of ghostly thoughts.  My hand instinctively reached over to lock the doors.  My spine tingled, my nerves were on edge, and I felt cold even though it was a balmy June night.

I drove on, inching along, the gravel crunching under my tires as I made my way down the road.  Bushes flanked the edges in places, the expanse of field stretched on for miles.

At last, the half-moon provided enough light to silhouette an old barn in the distance.  My breath caught, it looked frightening, the only structure around for miles.  I thought of a Halloween party years before and took a deep breath.

I inched closer, the ringing of my cell phone made me jump catching me off-guard.  Who would be calling me now?  I was too afraid to stop, to look at the screen, so I let it go to message and proceeded down the road at a snail’s pace.

The barn loomed dark and ominous in front of me.  I pulled up in front of it and then....