The barn was the central building of the farm. It had a hip-roof. On either side was a sloping extension, the milking area with stalls on the left, and the horse stalls and a box stall on the right (on view from the north). There were feeding troughs on either side for cows and horses. The milking area was concrete with a drain beginning about five feet from the stalls. It was interesting that the cows knew their particular stall, and if they got in the wrong one, they would change to their own stall.
The center tall part of the building rose 25 to thirty feet high. It was the hay area, with the lower part on the north end enclosed with grain bins. For convenience, the sheds extended at right angle from the barn, connected with a corn crib that intersected the continuing livestock shed. All were connected.
Barn as it appeared after the road was built. It fell in wind when I was standing by it in 1984.
The barnyard extended on the west, south and east sides. About thirty feet east of the livestock sheds was a separate building that we called the hay shed. Hay was mowed and fed so that it was about four feet in from the feeding bunks where cattle could feed on three sides of the building.
Both the barn and the hay shed had tracks on which a kind of trolley rode. It was attached to ropes so that it could lower a large fork to pick up hay from the hay wagon. It lifted the hay, then moved it to the position in the barn where it was deposited. The rope ran on pulleys the length of the barn and down the opposite end where the team of horses was hitched to pull the load of hay into the barn.
Dad, being at the other end of the barn and out of sight, had to shout when he was ready for another forkful to group, then again when it reached the point in the barn where he wanted it. It took a mighty yell to be certain he was heard.
I disliked handling the team that pulled the hay up. I particularly did not like holding up the double tree (heavy piece with single trees to which horses were hitched). This was necessary to keep them from bumping the horses’ heels, once there was no load to pull, and I had to go back to starting position awaiting the next fork load. And, of course, I was concerned that I would not hear Dad’s call and stop when I should.
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