Subtitle: My husband may be insane.
In case it wasn’t painfully obvious, Ryan and I don’t usually take the easy route. Scratch that. Ryan typically goes for the more difficult (read: cheaper) way, and he drags me along for the ride. I’d be perfectly content making things easier.
The newest difficult project in Woodward land – this corn crib/barn.
Normal people build a new barn when they buy land. Not the Woodwards.
The Woodwards (read: Ryan) find a cool old corn crib in rural Iowa and then disassemble it, piece by piece. To then transport to our property and reassemble it, piece by piece.
I kid about this, but it’s actually going to be really cool. The barn was on the property of a friend’s parents. It was in the way and they wanted it gone. Insert my husband. Who lives for things that are old and cheap. (Although this does not apply to his wife. I’m neither old nor cheap. Thank you very much.)
Since we didn’t have anything else going on the week after Henry was born (insert sarcasm), Ryan started tearing down the barn. Bit by bit. (In case you were wondering, I have not helped at all. I just had a baby and needed to work full-time keeping him alive, for goodness sakes.)
He’s been disassembling everything as carefully as possible so that most of it could be rebuilt on our property. We’ll pour a concrete slab. The beams and frame will be reused. The metal roof and barn siding will be flipped over (so they will look like brand new). Etcetra. Etcetra.
And some of the boards do not need to be reused. Which means that they will turn into A CHICKEN COOP! AND A PLAY HOUSE! Hooray!
And the boards inside the barn tell a pretty neat story. The original farmer who built it used the boards to track his acreage. Like on July 14, 1954, when he combined the fields.
Or on July 11 and 12, 1949, when he took some loads to the east bin. Whatever that means?
There is a lot of history in this corn crib. And it’s pretty cool that it will get new life at our property. We’re not sure if this will end up turning into a garage or just stay a barn. Regardless, it will give our land a much-needed dose of country history. And some added storage. (It even has an upstairs.)
Henry approves. I think he’ll have a lot of cool memories in this barn.
And Ryan has already been approached by two other farmers to take down two other barns. Which, of course, he’s seriously considering. (Remember: cheap and old.) But I can’t complain about the difficult route too much. Because I’m dreaming of some original barn beams and boards being reused in our next house.
To the road (and barns) less traveled!