My Grandfather had such an impact on my life as many Grandfather's do. He was first and foremost a child of the King. I use to spend many summers at their home. They lived up on a hill in the woods. I still love to go there to visit my Grandmother.
Another thing about him was his tremendous talent as an artist, he also loved to make things out of wood. My favorite of his paintings are the barns. I love the country and everything about country living. Below are a few of the ones he had given me over the years for college graduation, birthdays, and just because. I look at them and I am swept back to when I was a child visiting them.
My Grandfather had a studio down in the basement. The room was known as the dungeon. We knew NEVER to go in there. I think it was probably one of my cousins who told me many "horror" stories about that room. I remember when my Grandparents first met my Husband they were so smitten with him. Growing up no one was allowed down to Grandpa's rooms. What did Grandpa do the first time we visit them? Take Matt down to show him all his "toys" as he described them. My Husband loves woodworking as well. No one could believe that Grandpa was sharing this with him.
This is one they gave me for my college graduation. I think I have a barn painting in each season. I just noticed that as I was posting this.
The painting above is of my Husband's ancestors' barn. It was were his family had settled back in the 1800's. The ironic thing was that my Grandfather painted this barn before he even knew my Husband. They gave it to us when we announced our engagement.
This is my aunt's barn. She had morgan horses, I'm not sure, but I think she only has one left. It was always fun riding them when we were kids.
This is one from their area. Next time you are out and about take the time to stop and look at some old barns. They sure don't make them like this anymore! Have a great day!!