Prayers at Maple Tree Medows

Prayers at Maple Tree Medows
Three Rivers, MI

Monday, March 7, 2011

“Structure, Heart and Soul" -- Bair Lane Bank Barn, Hay Barn, Shop and more…

When I drive by farms it is hard for me to understand why there are so many buildings. What could they all possible be used for? A barn I am starting to understand. But what are all those other buildings called? My conversations with Gary and Randy took me through twenty one years of their joint ownership of Bair Lane Farm and its evolving use of structures, old and new, as the times and their lives in farming have changed.

A functional structure. That’s me. Built as a bank barn. Made it easy to wheel wagons in. Stored hay. Kept cows warm below. Now its sheep on the bottom and, well, all kinds of farm stuff, on the top. Hay in the lean to on the back side. Storage, that’s me.

Folks don’t know much of my early story. Note turn of the century signs. My beams are hand hewn walnut. My rafters, milled. My siding, pine, and not from around here. My nails, square headed.

Didn’t have the word “technology” when I was made. But all the latest was used to make me sturdy, serviceable. Just poor mortar in the stone foundation didn’t stand the time. Gary and Randy had to shore me up with a cement wall. (Josh put his mark on the project.)

Decided I would take too much time, money and labor to be a duplex home for the two young families. That was twenty one years ago: two families, 120 acres farm and one old barn. The old house had caved in. The old corn crib came down. And they took it from there.

Put acres into hay, planting oats as a cover crop.
Put acres into government conservation program, incentive not to grow crops – corn, soy beans and the like. Preserved the soil.
Space for gardens.
Kept it organic.

Family homes replaced trailers. Gary and Chris designed their home to be built from a recycled barn. (see Nofsinger Barn)

Randy wanted a purely functional home to live in. Says he lives in the barn – but it’s really the work, the earth, the animals, he lives in.

Animals and more animals and places for them all: sheep, an ass to guard them, pigs, goats, chickens, turkeys, bees, rabbits, dogs, and cats. And the "cows" are now for beef and not milking.

In the last two years I’m not much the center. Earth is tilled up for vegetables for farm markets. Nofsinger One Straw Farm side by side with Ewert’s Bair Lane Farm.

I no longer sit here alone. At the end of the lane, I stand, the bank barn. Next to me, the farm shop. Then the shop. Across from the greenhouse. Further on, the high tunnel. And toward the pasture, the hay barn.

Me and the hay barn are partners, you see. I store equipment. The square bales of hay. She stores the round bales. At 500 pounds a piece, she needs space. The men made her big and wide of re-used metal. She is the “crop barn” for hay here.

One bale has been going for $25 delivered. With high costs of lime and phosphorus these years, using less fertilizer, the hay is thinning. Rain from Gary, IN, to here, makes the Ph off. Means hard work, lots of money for staying organic. So what’s next?

They still give me credit. May be old. Don’t say much. But not useless. Even Randy says,

Barns are the heart and soul of the farm. Like that old bank barn. That was really the only building that was here when it was an operating dairy barn. They did everything in that barn: milked the cows, and housed them and stored the feed for them. Until 1955 they had about twenty stanchions on that lower level. Dairy farming was hard work in those days.

Now it’s the farm shop that’s the hub. You need to stop and look in there. Maple syrup boiling, seedling growing, honey extracting, vegetable storing, office, tools, eggs, it’s a mess, but it’s all in there.

Gary wonders what is next:

Don’t know when the conservation agreement is over. Better check that. Some people say with the price that corn and soy beans are this year – maybe plant corn back there!

I’ll still be here…


  1. Beautiful pictures!
    Great stories!
    thanks Nina.

  2. Nina, I grew up next door to a working dairy farm. To this day, whenever we smell cow manure, my husband, Lex, laughs, "Amy potpourri!"

    I used to sing jazz to the cows (only ballads) during milking, because Aunt Thelma swore they gave better milk when I serenaded them.

    I love this series so much. Keep it up! Amy PS if you look up "Three Word Wednesday" and work their words into your post, you can put a link on there. Ditto ABC Wednesday, depending on the letter of the week!

  3. Amy, I love you comments...still fragrant since April. Please note that I have added a new twist as I come back to story barn. I am asking folks to share childhood memories of barns, just as you have in this comment. If you want to send me something, I would love it!

  4. Your story is very beautiful, indeed. Yes, the barn is the very core of a farm, and yours is just so gorgeous. Good job!

    -Adam Waterford