Barn For Sale… Standing Timber-framed barn for sale in Ontario just north of Toronto. Barn is approx. 60′ X100′ and approx. 100 years old.. All timbers, roof boards, floor boards and ext. barn boards are in excelent condition. Photos can be e-mailed to interested parties…
For more information reply to [email protected] or call 705-734-0955.
Edited 4/19/2003 10:08:30 PM ET by kenmack
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you can attach those photos here. Just hit reply and then scroll down to the attach files button. Wait for the upload until it says done, then hit post
Excellence is its own reward!
I will post the photos tomorrow...Meant to take them today but was busy working on other things....
Kenmack, I was going to suggest you contact Phill Giles about your barn. Seeing as it's near Toronto I was thinking that Phill probably built it before he got involved in computers. But then I read it's only 100 years old. By that time Phill had probably left barn building far behind and was helping Henry Ford create the Model T and assembly lines...
Well I've been trying to post the photos but no luck ...E-mail me at kenmack@bconnex,net and I'll forward the photos directly....Thanks...
If you want to email them to me, I can post them here for you.
The trouble most folks have with attachments is not waiting long enough for the upload to finish. Your photo must be listed in the dialouge window below the upload button before you hit "post".
Excellence is its own reward!
I can't help but wonder what the shipping is going to cost on that puppy.
; ) A good heart embiggins even the smallest person.
Quittin' Time
thanks, I'll try once again.
Well....this time I think it worked!!!
Nice Pictures ! Unfortunately, most barns in S.W. Ontario suffer from woodbores. Any pinholes in your planks ? You know - that "antique" look that can destroy your home ? If there are wood bores the cure is expensive and ugly - and not really worht the risk.
And how much ? And when ?
Gavin Pitchford
A close photo of the sill level would be telling.
This lumber is descrined as "Excellent"
I'd say it looks like it's pretty decent for barn board from a hundred years ago and the timbers are holding a straight line but to call them excellent is stretching things a little.
It doesn't look like heart pine or some such special lumber - possibly spruce or pine?.
Excellence is its own reward!
Do old barns take anyone else back to their childhood? I spent days goofing off in barns: corn cob fights, climbing around, jumping into the hay. That part must have been way better before bales. Also shoveling manure and stacking bales. Those days weren't so good.Andy Engel, The Former Accidental Moderator
Heck yes, it brings back memories.
We didn't have a manure loader until I was about 13. Before that, it was all loaded by hand with a manure fork.
Can't tell you how many thousands of bales of hay/straw I've put up in hot barns. Or how many straw bale forts we built.
When the loft was fairly empty, we used to make swings with baler twine and hang them from the big beams.
I remember standing in a barn once (scared to death) while a storm raged outside. The wind was blowing so hard the rain was blowing in a 14' tall door on one end, and going out the other side of the barn (60' away) without touching the ground.
I also rememmber grinding the ear corn out of the corn crib, and watching the cats chase the displaced mice.
My Sister fell out of the hayloft once whe she was small, and landed on a pig. She was unhurt. (The pig was merely disgruntled)
I remember an old sow stepped on a piglet once, and ripped open it's stomach. Mom got a needle and some red nylon thread and sewed it up.
Cutting hogs. Not one of my favorite memories.
Shearing sheep. And lambing season. Hate sheep to this day. The only good sheep is a dead sheep.
I remember hoisting a cow up by it's hind legs and butchering it. The 4 of us kids got to carry all the fresh meat up to the house, where Mom packaged, processed, and froze it. Lotsa ground beef back then.
Lotsa memories - Not all of them good..............(-:Not to speak ill of another requires only your silence.
Shearing sheep! Oh man! I spent a hot, humid summer afternoon holding sheep while my then-girlfriend's father sheared them. Yes, I am a trusting soul. I never again want to be anywhere near a sheep, living or dead.Andy Engel, The Former Accidental Moderator
Dad used to shear them for hire when I was a kid, and we had to go along. One of us would catch the sheep and bring them to Dad. Dad would shear 'em, and kick the wool off to one side. Then the other kid had to tie the wool up in bundles and stack it. In between sheep we cleaned the clippers and changed blades for him. For nothing, of course - Dad never paid us any of the money he made doing this.
It's funny - When dad was growing up, they always had milk cows. He milked cows every day and night from when he was 6 years old until he left home. He swore if he ever had a farm, there would never be a dairy cow on it. And he's kept his word.
I had to take care of sheep from the time I was old enough to help until years after I left home. (I still help Dad) And I swear if I ever own a farm, there will never be a sheep on it.
A few more generations like this, and we'll have farms with no livestock...........(-:Eat a live toad first thing in the morning, and nothing worse can happen to you for the rest of the day.
Geez, we grew up with sheep all around us. Docking tails, de-nading, shearing, and one of my personal favorites, trimming their hooves, yeeech.. .on top of being surrounded by sheep, we also lived on a creek, which was more like a small river. Every so often, something would spook the head dude sheep and he would jump in the creek. Dang if all the rest of the ninny sheep wouldn't follow him in for a swim. Thing is, they can't swim, they sink like stones. Man, you haven't worked til you've hauled 20 or 30 waterlogged sheep up a creek bank.
And, as if that wasn't enough, every Easter, my step mom would give all us kids (eight of us) a lamb. We thetherd the hateful beast til fall. And then we ate 'em. Who says revenge isn't sweet?
Man, I love to eat lamb<G>
EliphIno!
Never hauled a waterlogged sheep out of water - Every one we had get into water ended up drowning.
We also raised bottle-fed lambs and then had 'em for super on down the road. Lamb chops sure are good.........
To this day, I can't imagine how people get so attached to animals. The lambs were almost like pets - Following us around and all. But people tend to think you're a bit wierd if you tell 'em you had your pet for dinner.Cooperation can only be reached if we work together.
"To this day, I can't imagine how people get so attached to animals."
My friends who raise the Belted Galloways (you may have seen my picture) were warned not to name any they planned on slaughtering. So, the first one scheduled to go was named Charles Roast. "Chuck for short, but not for long" :)If everything seems to be going well, you've obviously overlooked something.
I agree about getting attached to animals...farm kids grow up with a better understanding of life and death, I think. (and it is a healthy understanding, in my opinion)
Seeing animals being born stands out in my memories as one of the best. Baby calves are so CUTE. :~)
We raised a lot of feeder pigs and feeder calves, so we got used to eating "Ole Red" (or whatever name we had given that particular steer)...
Ah, the good ole days...
Take Care,
Jamie
(The pig was merely disgruntled)
How long did it take for the pig to recover its gruntle?
snort
didUnencumbered by knowledge or fear...
I was wondering if anyone was gonna pick up on the "disgruntled" thing.
Being as I was about 6 months old at the time, I don't recall how the pig came out of the deal. Ambiguous headline: IRAQI HEAD SEEKS ARMS
I also remember the %#&@ hay mites!
T
Exactly what I was thinking.
Like the time my parents were gone for a weekend and my younger brother cut his arm open on a scythe hanging in the kickers. I said, "Well, it looks like I'm gonna havta sew you up since the car is gone."
So I did.
My other brother built himself a dune buggy out of a couple corvairs and he OWNED the whole barn for a year.
But amoung all the good and bad memories, I can't remember learing anything "out behind the barn" or having any "rolls in the hay", not to mention finding any "needles in the haystack"
Boss - after thinking about it - I don't really know if I'd rather cut pigs or shave sheep. They're both right down there at the bottom of the list..
Excellence is its own reward!
I grew up in Lancaster, Co. PA, and in timber framed barns. Hanging tobacco, stacking straw and hay. The forts, "tightrope walking" the beams.
My dad and uncle bought a train car of unbagged, real charcoal. They filled the middle of a barn with it. Man, was that some fun to jump into...big barns are the best...greatest playhouse there ever was...and when we were teenagers, barns were where we met to stage our pranks...so, how much would the shipping be thing? EliphIno!
Yeh, that's why I built/ building my timberframe.
actually my favorite place wasn't a barn but an old timberframed mill in Wisconsin. It seemed like perpetual motion to watch the wheel go around and corn get ground while dust and spiders danced..
I'd watch the shaft of lite dance slowly across the floor and see the million things happen in it's beam.. who said I wasted a whole day?
Just wondering where N. of Toronto?
Ditch
Very north edge of Barrie....815 Sunnidale Rd. Take hiway 90 exit ( west) right on ferndale left on sunnidale ...first lane way on left 5 minutes off 400...
I'll stop by when I make my annual trip to Muskoka.Ditch
Been threw that part of the counrty over and over.Your barn isnt the grandest of buildings but it certainly does bring back the memories of childhood. When it comes time to take her apart feel free to email me, I may have a local crew for the job.