|Across the Fence: Building Barns|
|November 01, 2012 M. Timothy Nolting|
Photography by Jessica Rocha. The Nolting milk barn, 58 years later
“Get ready,” Grandpa said.
I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my blue and gray striped, Union brand, overalls and felt the tug of the suspenders on my shoulders. The handle of the grownup hammer, that hung in the loop on the leg of those overalls, drug on the ground beside my foot. I tolerated the banging of the wooden handle on my bony knee without complaint. We were building a barn and I was helping.
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