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I've always enjoyed the reverence for the past that lives in the Fiddleback forum and in that spirit I share these photos with you. We were awoken early on a Sunday morning by the roar of flames only to witness some of our worst dreams come true.



There were two barns on our small farm; one large and red, the other small and weathered. Both were full of immense character with the larger having been a dairy barn and the smaller a horse shed. The property has been with my family for over 40 years but widespread opinion puts the barns back to the turn of the century (19th/20th). Our small farm house is titled from 1892 which is fairly old for the Pacific NorthWest. I've lived here most of my life and the barn was a constant source of mystery, inspiration, and function. We even had a pair of barred owls who made a home within. Though it's been many years since we had large stock on the land, the barns still received frequent use for our smaller animals and equipment. We lost around 25 chickens and a pair of goats in the fire as well as farm equipment, recreational gear, and the truck and camper.



The corner pole that bore the brunt of the wind load had a unique (for this barn) footing. Notice the concrete that had been poured around the cedar post.


These spikes held a beam to the posts.

Notice the rafter spikes. Imagine driving those with a hammer. The steel is still incredibly strong.

Cedar is remarkably resistant to burning.



Thank goodness, for the pair of cedars in front of my house likely saved it. The pictures don't do the scorching justice.

A collage of melt.

More hardware.

And a closing frame.

Please feel free to ask if you have any questions. I could wax on poetically about my barn but I figured the thread was already long enough. Those of you blessed with old barns know what I mean. Thanks for letting me share here and as always the love for Andy's knives continues on.






There were two barns on our small farm; one large and red, the other small and weathered. Both were full of immense character with the larger having been a dairy barn and the smaller a horse shed. The property has been with my family for over 40 years but widespread opinion puts the barns back to the turn of the century (19th/20th). Our small farm house is titled from 1892 which is fairly old for the Pacific NorthWest. I've lived here most of my life and the barn was a constant source of mystery, inspiration, and function. We even had a pair of barred owls who made a home within. Though it's been many years since we had large stock on the land, the barns still received frequent use for our smaller animals and equipment. We lost around 25 chickens and a pair of goats in the fire as well as farm equipment, recreational gear, and the truck and camper.



The corner pole that bore the brunt of the wind load had a unique (for this barn) footing. Notice the concrete that had been poured around the cedar post.


These spikes held a beam to the posts.


Notice the rafter spikes. Imagine driving those with a hammer. The steel is still incredibly strong.

Cedar is remarkably resistant to burning.



Thank goodness, for the pair of cedars in front of my house likely saved it. The pictures don't do the scorching justice.


A collage of melt.

More hardware.



And a closing frame.

Please feel free to ask if you have any questions. I could wax on poetically about my barn but I figured the thread was already long enough. Those of you blessed with old barns know what I mean. Thanks for letting me share here and as always the love for Andy's knives continues on.
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