To the casual observer, I am reclaimed barnwood. To the discerning eye and heart, I am a triumphant survivor. My past is one of weathering centuries of both nature’s kindness and fury… and of having supported man’s efforts to sustain himself and family. I may be born of a Bank barn in Pennsylvania or a Saxon barn in Ohio. I may be 70 years old or date back to the Civil War. My unique essence has been preserved for all time by expert craftsmen who touch only that which needs to be handled, leaving the rest to tell its story. My oak planks are hand-selected, and de-nailed with care. My hues and knotholes are thoughtfully preserved, allowing me to share my unique and rich history with your family for generations to come.
