Gate

I don’t remember all of the details.  What exact age I was, what vehicle we were driving (probably the old Buick Malibu…another story), what time of year it was… What I do remember is dad and I building this gate to the left of the barn in the picture above on a rainy Saturday under the carport at Granny’s house. We used some lumber that he had cut, some large bolts to hold it together and a couple of old sawhorses that were falling apart. A few days or weeks later we went to hang the gate and it was so heavy we could barely lift it. I remember struggling to try to get it onto the hinges and dad saying that we probably should’ve gotten bigger hinges. And I remember him just laughing at how heavy it was. I also remember him joking that any cow trying to get out of that gate would have a big knot on their head. Even though I can’t describe all of the details, just seeing this picture makes me warm inside. I had a good father and I am thankful for that.