I imagine, for some, reading a good old book hits all their senses. The old books even smell of dust and reek of history. I'm sure some may even stuff their nose between the pages to get a more acute feeling of the past. So is that, with me and old barns. I marvel at the beauty of the past still holding strong against Mother time and often wonder in what capacity have they been used throughout their productive lives. The old red barn, beautiful old barns . . .