Prayers at Maple Tree Medows

Prayers at Maple Tree Medows
Three Rivers, MI

Monday, September 19, 2011

STURGIS BARNS: Homes of Curly & Chevy

Three friends introduced me to two properties and their barns in Sturgis, MI, last week. I am more and more convinced that animals are the heart of barns. The barns themselves feel alive with creatures making them home. So my imagination is allowing Curly, the pig, and Chevy, the horse, to tell the barn stories this week.


CURLY – THE PIG – SOUTH OF US 12 JUST EAST OF STURGIS, MI

I’m afraid my barn is still hesitant to show its face. So here’s the side view. My view.

You know, the stories in the neighborhood went around, wondering for years what went on behind its closed doors. It took foreclosure to get this barn back to whom it belonged. Us animals!

So, yeh, I will tell the story because the best my barn can do is only whisper. Hang its head, so to speak. Heck, I’m a pig! And tomorrow I head for the St. Joe County 4H Fair and “you know what…” What have I got to lose?

Now let’s get this straight. It’s an insult to call a person a pig, right? So, what does that mean for me? I mean, look at my pen. I don’t have ten old televisions and who knows what else piled up three foot high in here the way the last owners did in this barn when they left. Some pigs are not really pigs and some people….well, I will let that up to you.

In the “good old days” this barn was used to farm crops, a few horses, some cattle, starting in the 1960’s. Had a bit of acreage. Not much. The owner at that time built this sharp looking barn next to the road – but really it was the garage! What some people do!

And then there was the small white garage they dragged in – and added a bay on each side to make even more garage and storage space.

The middle building of the “out buildings” was, well, I guess we’ll still hide his identity and just call him BARN. My home. A pole barn. Practical. Square. Just the basics. Good enough for a small family farm.

Well, the original farmer took to building a new house on the back acreage and sold the three acres right here to a family. Mother lived in a trailer. In the little house, two daughters lived, one with a husband and child, the other with her boyfriend. Between the lot of them, seemed there was never steady work. Problems. The new owner found a penciled note left behind that said a simply, “Sorry, for drugs, for never making things right….”

It could have been the end of the road for Barn. Left behind? Piles and piles. Someone gutted the plumbing and copper wiring from the house. Took the valuables. Left the junk. Took good hearted people, a bank eager to sell, a low, low price for three acres, to turn things around.

Almost two years now the new owners have been piling, sorting, re-cycling. And making space for me and my buddies. New things are getting stored along with some old finds.

The barn/garage is becoming a wood shop. The three part barn covers the wood pile, and the manure pile out behind. (Oh, sorry, that didn’t sound good, did it?)

Here we are in the barn, proud now, us animals. Washed up and ready for the fair. Tended by folks that love us and don’t hide us behind closed doors.

Meet the turkeys (and don’t think of that in human terms). They’re not “turkeys,” if you know what I mean.

And the four white hens. They clean up nice, don’t they.

Then there are my buddies. The fine swine. This photo woman came in and riled us up so we gave her a good snort or two before turning our hams on her.

We know she liked the ducks and the beef cattle better than us.

Everybody does. But somebody has to bring home the bacon, right?

Well, it’s been real, folks. And this will be my first and last blog. Unless someone interviews me at the fair.

Wanted to let some of the “dirty secret” out. And I feel better now. Some folks seem to think all barns can do this day and age is hide their junk, and hide their shame. But hey, even the simplest and most humble barn is good for us pigs. Cause, I mean, we are not pigs! Get it! Thanks for listening. Hay is for horses, and Barn is for animals.

Signed: Curly



CHEVY -- THE HORSE -- NORTH SIDE OF STURGIS, MI

Did someone say, “Hay is for horses?” What about oats, barley, or a nice sweet carrot?

My name is Chevy. There, I’ve said it. I am a one horse power Amish buggy horse, and someone surely schmirked on my naming day.

My barn, I call him Barney, being an Amish barn now, is not up for talking. Photos, well, okay. It’s a barn, ya? But barn talk would mean translation – English to Pennsylvania Dutch then back to English again. Galen and Suzie sprechen a lot of English, for sure. Even in the barn. But me, being bi-lingual, I can take the limelight of photos and interviews with – well, animal humility. Speak plain, they say. Mer schwetze noch die Mudderschprooch.

Story of Barney’s beginning is lost, they say. Suzie checks it out, always looking for antiques. Finds some neat stuff, like battery operated pig prods and a classy old milk can.

Silo says 1944. Barn probably up before that.

Some of the roof beams are basic logs, but the posts are sawn. Unusually open ceiling up top with triangle reinforcement. Still straight and strong, for hay, even for an Amish barn sale.

Me, I got new digs. Best part of Barney these days. Galen took down a tulip poplar for new stalls, ones a horse like me is not likely to chew.

Clean cut. Neat tools.

A chair to sit and wonder.

And a view of the “garage” barn, made over with cement floor and new windows for Amish church to meet here once a year. All thirty families!

Used to be more animals here. At first, there were stalls for milking.

When the family with five children got the place in the 70’s, there were hogs tended here, and dried corn stored in the hayloft. And parties, even on Halloween. (Cover your ears if you wish, but they were Church of the Brethren parties. Nothing I couldn’t pass on to the next generation.)

Floats for homecoming were built in Barney’s big, dry spaces. Rats ate the grain in the grain bin. Old watering troughs dried and rusted. Family farmed the land, but Barney? Barney was mostly empty.

Why there was so much emptiness, that a walnut tree made its home in the silo. Look at that! Don’t let the rain fall on those walnut leaves and into my trough. Enough to make a horse kronk. Even a “Chevy.” But Galen will tend to that.

Me? Not much of a work horse. Galen and Suzie ride to good paying work in Indiana --in a van with a driver every day. Galen’s been at the trailer factory for ten years now – age 16 to 26. He says big farms make it near impossible for an Amish farm to make much money.

We’ll just have to see about the future of me and Barney. Galen and Suzie are making this home, sweet home.

If Galen and Suzie fill up the house and Barney like the last family, well, we won’t be lonely. Let’s just say that.

Well, hope I haven’t said too much. You wouldn’t want to think I was a proud Amish horse, would you. Not hooch-metich. So, that’s all.

Signed,

Chevy


Wednesday, September 14, 2011

THE FILLING OF THE BARNS

I returned to two of the barns on Bair Lane, Marcellus, MI, that had been mostly empty in the winter months. Now, harvest!



THE FILLING OF THE BARNS

We hold harvest. Simple.
No point being empty, just holding
the air between heaven and earth. No,
this is the meeting place of soil and soul,
human animal and vegetable. Hay and onions
and strands of garlic
have soaked in sun, rain, and now
lay drying, dying
for long keeping.

Bair Lane Farms -- Original Barn -- Winter

Summer


Bair Lane Hay Barn -- Winter

Summer




The CSA* Boxes that spun
cobwebs in winter are packed
to share the weekly delivery of
color, earthy
potatoes, yellow
onions, orange
carrots, green
beans, rose
radishes, mauve
eggplant, jade
broccoli, crimson
peppers, golden sun
flowers. And Farmers, all
hands and ears, smiles, share
the sweat turned sweet in corn
and sungold
cherry tomatoes.

White Yarrow Farm -- Winter to Summer




















We barns
hold harvest. Simple. Each in our own way.
Waiting to share sooner
or later. No point being
empty when earth, turned, sown, tended, watered,
made more than enough for summer’s harvest
alone.












*CSA = Community Supported Agriculture

White Yarrow Farm supplies a weekly harvest box of vegetables and flowers
to the folks who have purchased a share in their farm.
The boxes are packed and taken to a central pick-up site.
Some folks work on the farm, packing boxes, for example,
as a barter for their share of the harvest.

White Yarrow and Bair Lane Farms also sell produce and flowers
at local farm markets --
Goshen Farmers' Market and Texas Corners.