Pass It On is a new, bi-weekly peek inside the heart and mind of Francis Pass…
One day, many years ago, Patricia and I were driving back from Louisville on I-64 when we spied a big farm sign in our peripherals.
Something about that sign piqued our interest.
So, as we tend to do more often than not, we took a detour. I signaled right and let the off ramp lead us to Floyd’s Knobs, Indiana.
Ever been there? To say it’s a little bitty town makes it sound bigger than it actually is.
But, sometimes, great things come in tiny packages.
We rolled down that winding country road and passed many a majestic old farmhouse with a beautiful metal roof. I could see Dutch and German influence in the design and upkeep of those homes. You don’t see much of that anymore.
We rounded a corner and there it was… a magnificent multi-level barn. And it was surrounded by close to a hundred cars or more. The whole county must’ve been there. Men, women and children were everywhere. Many of them were Mennonites. And they were being pulled out to the pumpkin patches by tractors, wagons, horses, and buggies.
It looked like something out of a movie. I couldn’t believe it.
That barn was enormous… and it was full of all kinds of old stuff. Reminded me a bit of the old implements you see hanging from the ceiling at the Cracker Barrel.
Those old wagon wheels, iron wheel tractors, and farm equipment… they’re a part of my heritage. Things that were but are no longer. They conjured up a lot of old memories…
That’s why I love antiques. Not for buying or collecting… but for recollecting and reliving the best days of my life.
That’s what we did that day in Floyd’s Knobs, Indiana.
And to think we would’ve missed it if we hadn’t gotten off the interstate and traveled down that old country road.
There’s something about a country road that mystifies me. It’s always an adventure. Where does it go? What will I see? How long will it take me to get there?
You never know what’s at the end until you start down that road.
Want to relive some old memories? Might I suggest a drive down an old country road?
Be well. Stay well.
And thanks for readin’…
P.S. – Did you know the professional golfer named Fuzzy Zoeller? He lives in Floyds Knobs. Hmmm, I wonder if he was at the barn that day…