If you’ve followed my Thursday Doors posts, you are aware of my fondness for the large tobacco barns in Connecticut. I have featured them numerous times, in various seasons, open, closed, empty, full, covered in plastic and under repair. This week, I am featuring some very sad tobacco barn doors. These doors are the only remaining recognizable feature, other than the roof, of the barns they used to provide access to. The barns are being dismantled and destroyed.
In addition to the deep and rich topsoil, one of the things that made tobacco farming successful in the Connecticut River Valley was the easy access to transportation. Equipment and labor could be transported on the river and on the railroads and highways that followed the river’s general course. Ironically, and unfortunately, easy access to transportation, coupled with a decreasing demand for tobacco products is making the farmland around our area more valuable for warehouses than farming.
In fact, the farming operation that I have photographed for decades is now working to sell 325 acres to multiple developers. One of the tracts includes 75 acres within two miles of our house. This land has been approved for the development of an elaborate youth sports complex. That tract contained no barns, as they had been destroyed by an arson fire over a decade ago. The other, larger tract contain(ed) several of the barns most often photographed by me.
The gallery includes some photos of these barns in their present state. There is also a different barn in the gallery. I couldn’t simply fill this post with sad and lonely doors, so I added what appears to be a very happy door – one that I passed on Sunday.
Thursday Doors is a weekly blog hop sponsored by Norm Frampton. Each week, we gather (maintaining an appropriate distance, of course) at Norm’s blog and we share our doors. We enjoy looking at Norm’s doors, and the doors we choose to share. If you’d like to see or share your doors, please join us.
And…since every sad event needs a country song, I offer,
Act Naturally – The Tobacco Barn Version
They’re gonna put me in a landfill
They’re gonna make some kindling out of me
We’ll make a film about a door that’s sad and lonely
And all I gotta do is act naturally
–Apologies to Buck Owens