Our old barn was the center piece of many happy days of my youngest side of youth.
I was the revival preacher and 2x8 plank piano player. The preacher part was easy, the piano plank had to have the keys outlined in black and blank with using Daddy's carpenter pencil. The pencil, kept in his toolbox had to be for sure put back, otherwise things would go from bad to worse if he knew we had messed in his "off limits" stuff.
Our barn was built with the middle having a gated drive through with left side doors opening into two rooms for holding cotton in one room and corn in the other, right sid...