One spring day many years ago, a farmer decided to build a fine log barn. First, he gathered large stones. He chipped and fitted them together for a firm foundation. The farmer cut many trees, chopped off limbs, and smoothed the trunks. Notch and groove, groove and notch, the logs rose straight and true atop […]
Dec 22, 2022
Grandfather’s Barn
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“He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?” (Micah 6:8) That verse reminds me of my grandpa, Levi Latty. I can picture him going to his barn to milk, morning and evening, […]
Dec 4, 2021
The Christmas Barn–Conclusion
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The cold wind blew their leaves away. The three friends shivered and wished for day. “We can’t just do nothing,” the raccoon said. “Come on, squirrel and chipmunk. Let’s go a bit farther. Maybe we’ll find food.” Sighing, the squirrel straightened up and took Chipmunk’s hand. On they went, through the cold night. They […]
Oct 14, 2020
Old Barns and Secrets
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There is something to be said for old barns, the kind that has been around for a hundred years or more. In the first place, they demand respect for their perseverance in the face of the whims of life, and, in the second place, they work great in cozy mysteries. At the Saunders Farm, there […]
Dec 27, 2019
The Life of an Old Barn
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Arkansas and Oklahoma are blessed with many beautiful old barns. When I say old, I mean those that were built from the ground up, not pre-fab or metal. It is painful to see a barn that is 80 or 100 years old slowly crumbling with no one to care for it. When it’s gone, […]
May 17, 2018
Abandoned
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As I drive along the highways, sometimes I pass a house that was abandoned long ago. It would look pretty good if somebody took a hand and my fingers itch to buy it, re-furbish it, make it stand proud and solid once again. Just daydreaming, you know, because for a few seconds I see it outside my […]
