The Barn
Written by Kate Morrison It’s 3:21 A.M. and I am scavenging through my cupboards, scouring through boxes of childhood treasures. Journals from third grade where I’d written about orphaned raccoons we were raising, and my Holstein heifer Betty. A stuffed cow my Grandpa Harold gave me that I can’t seem to part with. Black and white photos of my Grandma Joan Hallock as a child with a filly on her family’s farm. Some costume jewelry that belonged to Ethel Stokoe…