It was built against an embankment so that on one side you could drive right on the threshing floor with big loads of grain.

On the sunny side in the lower part were the sheep pens, cattle stalls, and horse mangers.

It was always half bursting with overflowing grain bins and haylofts in the fall; the swallows twittered under the roof until time to go south for winter, as they sailed from the ventilators to their nests plastered against the rafters or eaves.

The big swinging doors front and back could be opened to let the wind blow through in a strong draft.

From the east doors you could see for miles across the country.
I said our barn was like others, but it was not.