(July 5, 2014)
by Laura Parker Roerden
It was a dark and stormy night. . .and we were celebrating the 4th of July and our dear friend Janice Kimball’s birthday at the farm with the Yankee Independence Day tradition of salmon and peas, a gaggle of children, board games, and soggy fireworks and poppers.
We took a break in the action to go see the cows and chickens and ended up in the upper loft of the Big Red barn, where our 8 year-old son found this:
My first thought upon seeing the old half broom extended with wire and the handle of another: “I guess that’s one way to reach cobwebs.”
But an 8-year old mind goes right to Quidditch: “I think that’s a Nimbus 2000,” he stated matter-of-factedly. Our 9-year old disagrees. “It’s obviously a Sidesweeper 100.”
We often find these treasures in our barn, left exactly where they were last used by hands now passed.
I tend to leave them where they were found, so that others too can answer the call of the past to their imaginations.
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