Growing up in the Bronx, New York I was used to big buildings not big barns. The only thing I knew about Vermont was what I saw on the pages of an old book that my Grandmother had.  Now, so many years later, my wife and I are in Vermont and those pages have come to life and a dream was born.

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Usually when people think of Vermont, they visualize covered bridges and big old barns nestled in green rolling hills and valleys. Things you might see in a New England calendar, as I once did in a book.

Unfortunately, over the years countless beautiful barns and other structures have fallen into disrepair and eventual collapse. Thus the consequences are that the unique history of each structure and the untold stories of all those who gathered and worked within their old walls are gone forever.

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With that in mind many years ago we embarked on a journey to save this wonderful iconic post and beam barn from what could have shared a similar fate of the barns long gone.