Dreaming of Barns

Wisconsin barn

A typical Wisconsin barn

I was back in my hometown of Madison, Wisconsin with my Mom for ten days in October, and another five in November. My husband teases that every time I go home, I’m like a broken record saying, “and this used to be a farm, and that used to be a farm.”

I cannot get the Pretender’s song “My City Was Gone” out of my head, as the lyrics perfectly describe how I feel.

“I went back to Ohio but my pretty countryside,
had been paved down the middle by a government that had no pride.
The farms of Ohio had been replaced by shopping malls,
and muzak filled the air from Seneca to Cayahoga Falls.”

Chrissie Hynde was singing about Akron, Ohio but the same could be said of so many towns across this country, and it can definitely be said of Madison.

Every time I go, I spend some time driving around the surrounding areas, looking for the farmland that used to surround our picturesque college town. The beautiful land that used to be corn fields (where I and generations of area kids worked every summer walking the rows de-tassling corn), or open farmland (where my friends and I used to ride our horses) has been developed into malls, condos, senior living communities and tame rural mansions. I know there are lots of efforts to save and restore the barns of Wisconsin, but I fear it may be a losing battle.

I took a few photos of old barns and homes on roads that used to be considered “out in the country,” but are now manicured and nicely paved.

White Wisconsin barn.

White Wisconsin barn.

I have a fantasy of moving back to Wisconsin some day and buying a small farm and restoring the house and barn to their original beauty.

Old Wisconsin Stone House
Old Wisconsin Stone House.

I dream of setting out on the porch on warm summer evenings, watching the fireflies light up the low lying mist hanging over the fields.

Wisconsin corn field.

I imagine having three or four dogs that trot around my heels as I roll open the barn door in the morning to feed my horses.

Red Wisconsin barn.
Red Wisconsin barn.

I yearn to walk under a silent and cold full moon as giant flakes during a big snow slowly fall and stick on my eyelashes and melt on my cheeks.

Wisconsin barn on a hill.
Wisconsin barn on a hill.

I know I will never move back to Wisconsin. My dreams are nostalgic and perhaps idealized memories of my youth. It’s really a time more than a place that I am seeking when I drive the country roads.

My mother-in-law and her family grew up in Springfield, Missouri and that town has gone through more than its share of development, but she sees it as progress, and a source of pride. I wonder if my feelings about my town’s rural farming past has something to do with my generation, or my sentimental nature, or a certain childishness on my part.

If you could move, where would you go? What are your favorite childhood memories? Did you move away or are you still living where you grew up? Do you ever long to return to your hometown? Did you grow up in the country, the suburbs or in a city?  Tell me your stories.

A few links from around the web:

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3 responses to “Dreaming of Barns”

  1. avatar James says:

    Hey Ligeia,
    Your barn pics are fabulous and remind me of Grandview and surrounding area. Like you, I may dream and reminisce but it is unlikely I will move back to Madison- it isn’t the same now anyway… And, as you say; my memories are as much about a time as a place.
    Still, the idea of land and a midwest style farmhouse is compelling and possible. But, there is the weather to consider- aaarrgh. I wonder what my future holds? 😉

  2. James, even if neither of us ever move, I still love that where I came from and that I can hold those memories in my dreams. Lucky us.

  3. avatar Todd says:

    Hello Lidgia,
    I stumbled across your web sight and could not resist greeting you. I learned more about you here than I knew growing up with you in Madison. Although I did recall your fascination with horses. I am drawn to many parallels in our lives and the depth of your written expression. I love the Barn pics and farmhouse idea, but I’m with James about the weather. I could see finding a place in the Calif. hills like yourself. I visited California wine country in 2012 with my wife, Bobbi, and loved it. I’m touched by your life story and authenticity. Congrats on finding Patrick, and cultivating a lovely place of belonging.
    Warm Regards.
    I also have chickens in my yard of suburban Minneapolis!