The Jesmer family barn
The Jesmer family barn. There are few sites that warm the heart more than the site of an old barn. It even warms the heart more if the barn was build by one of your ancestors and has been in the family for over 70 years, being the backdrop to so many important family events. These are the warm feelings that come when one sees the brown barn on Howard and Gloria Jesmer’s farm. The barn has the name, “C. Jesmer and sons” written on the inside of the door. It was built by Carl Jesmer, the son of Nelson A. and Jenny Jesmer. Some of the wood may have come from Nelson’s old house. I heard that the floorboards on the second floor were the floorboards of Nelson’s home. The barn and the old school house (also on Howard’s farm) are the only two buildings from “the good old days” left. And so this page is dedicated to the old barn. I am sure it will the destination for many pilgrimages to the Jesmer homeland near Wadena Saskatchewan. This page will include pictures of the barn. Some of the pics include Steve and Candace Jesmer’s wedding. It will also include some barn poems.
Click here to return to family history home page.
Click here to return to Nelson A Jesmer’s page
Link to newspaper articles about Carl
The Jesmer Mysteries Explained link
Link to Carl and Jessie Jesmer’s original page
A Farm-Picture. by Walt Whitman
THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,
A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding;
And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away.
The Barn In My Rear View Mirror
Patchwork quilt of a metal roof,
with a hip-shot lean to the left.
Boards, weathered, to a storm cloud grey,
with remnants of red in the cracks.
Generations, hub of the farm.
If only the old barn could talk.
From its birth, in a barn raising,
lumber from a family saw mill.
Mares with foals, town dances and plows.
Hay in the loft and moonshine.
Sign of the times, acres were sold,
but the old red barn is stubborn.
It may be swaybacked in its spine,
yet, its rugged beauty is ageless.
For the contest: That Old Red Barn
Host: Rick Parise
Placement: 10thhttp://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/best/barn
There’s an old barn
sitting all silent and still
what a story it could tell
out there in that big, open field
Back when times were different
there were alot of things going on
to look at the old barn today
no one would never have known
It was very fond of the cows
that used to all gather in
when it came milking time
and the milk they were willing to lend
Then there were the chickens
they were always running around
looking to build their nests
for then they were homeward bound
It could never forget the horses
that each evening had to be fed
especially during the winter
before they were put to bed
Oh how it loved the children
when they used to come and play
up in that big, old hayloft
each and everyday
There the old rope is still hanging
they used to swing on that old thing
with all their child-like noise
what joy it did bring
The old barn surely did feel needed
in that other place and time
it seems so sad today
just to walk away and leave it behind
In my mind I’ll hold on to the picture
when I walk through that big, old door
then it’ll stay with me forever
and never be forgotten anymore
Susie Swanson Published, 2010
http://countrysidepoet.blogspot.com/2011/10/old-barn.html
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