Out in the Barn December 2008
Growing up when we were looking for dad my mom would always say he was “out in the barn”. So when I was trying to think of a name for this Christmas card Tom suggested just that. The barn smells and the vision of dust beams coming through the hayloft windows can be conjured up in an instant when I think of the barn where we spent so much of our childhood days. Dad was always out there tinkering while the barn swallows added accompaniment to the country tunes on his radio.