Most people’s farms did not have paintings on their barn doors when I was growing up. It’s probably more common now. This was what it looked like back then.
The barn is gone now. My Nov. 27, 2010 post shows what it looked like right before the barn was torn down. My dad also painted tractor seats, and they were hung on the tool shed. Those tractor seats were also attached to some other farm implement part and turned into patio chairs, along with a large wrought iron circle that became a table. He painted our mail box and attached a plow to it.
I took this all for granted back then. Oh, I knew he loved art, I just didn’t think about it much. Last year when I was home, he told me that he’d wanted to take a graphic arts course after returning from WWII. But he knew he was needed on the farm — and then, soon after I’m sure, he met my mom at a dance in Granville. She was still a senior in high school, and he just wasn’t as itchy to move away. And so, over the years, his art and projects took over our farm. And my memories.
Nov. 27, 2010