The old barn in Montana has fallen. It was near a 100 years old and despite it’s leaning, chipping, hole-filled frame that could not sufficiently help on the farm for decades, the old barn has held a sort of spell over those who visited the farm. She was the cover girl for Montana magazines, the demure subject of artists and the source of great intrigue, love and adventure for grand kids, visitors and many a cow. This old barn will be missed. It’s splintered frame holds untold stories and memories. It represents, just like grandma and grandpa did, a connection to one of the most special places for my hubby’s family. The farm will never be quite the same. Rest in peace old beauty.