We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
When my mom and dad bought their property the only building on it was a creamery/barn that was functional up til the late 50's, early 60's.
The one end housed the buckboard wagon that they drove around to the dairy farms to pick up the milk in big metal buckets with lids and the horses had stalls at the other end. There was a cold room-insulated with walls 10" thick where they seperated the milk from the cream and bottled it for home delivery. There's a loft that was used for hay for the horses.
he's now turned it into his man cave and pretty much ruined the initial historical charm of it although it still has the loft and cold room. One end is the 'garage' for his tractor.