The Barn

I played in this barn when I was a kid, not many times did we play here but FOND times. I remembered times my uncle John would watch us climb the hay bails. Now there is no such thing as hay bails. We would find scary armadilos behind the hay bails my my brave uncles would come out and take them away....they were so much John Waynes in my mind. Unlcle John passed away just before my mom, months if I remenber corectly....3 now have passsed before my grandma, who we saw today in Coalgate, about 3 hours southeast of Oklahoma City. Grandma seems so witty today at 96, I see her reaching 100.