Now when we moved to Third Street, there was a good sized barn behind the house. Dad left it there for a year or more, and then Nicholsons wanted to buy it. They had a dairy farm and they wanted a cow in town too, so Dad sold the barn. We lived on a hill, so you can imagine how hard it was to move it. Up or down, there was this hill, about 35 degree slant. We were really excited the day the men came to move it, but Mom made us all stay inside, to keep out of the way. I had my nose glued to the windows all that time. One poor horse must have been uncomfortable as he kept lifting one leg and putting it one side and then over the other side of this twelve inch beam. I felt might sorry for him and it bothered me a lot. I can still see it.
|Moving a house in Australia; similar to the process Letty describes|
We also had a chicken house on the land, Dad made into a workshop. He fixed it up nice and spent many hours there.