Granny Granary, the place where we once stored our grain in three large bins (primarily oats, but wheat and barley in earlier years), stands next to busy County Road K, and not far from the old granary at my next door neighbors, the Kalscheuers. As cars zip by today, I often wonder if they understand and appreciate the importance and history of these old farm buildings.
This blog is a book in the making. If you're a new visitor, read Whole Hearted - A Farm Love Story. You can also find a copy in Prologue.