The little barn we have off to the side used to be a chicken coup:
See that little blue bed frame behind the turned wood piece? I told the Mister we were going to have to salvage it if we ever had a kid. It's so precious!
Even the chicken coup was solidly built! These boys loved their concrete (hey Kim, read your comment to this post, it totally applies this week, no?) and stone.
During the course of the five hours (!) Gene was at our house, he told the Mister there was an Indian buried on our property and waved in the general direction of the hill below the chicken coupe. Well, of course, Mr. took it with a grain of salt and a smile, but when the old man left, he went looking.
Sure enough, he found an old Indian buried on our hill!
Ha! You totally thought he found a dead body, didn't you?! hehehehe
Once he knew it was there he couldn't just let it be, he had to excavate it.
He finally finished digging it up on Saturday and managed to stand it upright.
For those of you that live in old homes, have you ever found anything ridiculously awesome? Maybe in the basement, the attic, or even outside?