"THAT is not Barn Red." Getting the punctuation correct, so that you can hear it has been tricky.
It's poignant for her when the red is wrong. The markers of time and culture are set askew. She wonders why anyone would do this?
I heard it while driving through the Rondout Valley in the Catskill Mountains with my Aunt Amy. We were discussing something and then we turned a corner, she saw the barn and suddenly, "That is not barn red." She was pointing - with a very stiff finger. I knew which building she meant. I had previously noticed the fire-engine red on the historic barn. It means much more than a color. It is a cultural marker...an agreed upon understanding...she will be 83 next week...she needs the barn to be an historic red, one that leaves time in the place she remembers it.
xo,
Bob's Daughter
It's poignant for her when the red is wrong. The markers of time and culture are set askew. She wonders why anyone would do this?
I heard it while driving through the Rondout Valley in the Catskill Mountains with my Aunt Amy. We were discussing something and then we turned a corner, she saw the barn and suddenly, "That is not barn red." She was pointing - with a very stiff finger. I knew which building she meant. I had previously noticed the fire-engine red on the historic barn. It means much more than a color. It is a cultural marker...an agreed upon understanding...she will be 83 next week...she needs the barn to be an historic red, one that leaves time in the place she remembers it.
xo,
Bob's Daughter