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From the files of Suzanne’s Fetish With Old Barns… Isn’t this a pretty barn, all smothered in foliage?
I found this barn located along a narrow country backroad in Looneyville, West Virgina, about ten minutes from where our farm is. Yes, there is a town called Looneyville. Looney is an old family name around here. Wouldn’t you love to be a kid with the last name of Looney? There is a Looney cemetery near here, which is oddly NOT in Looneyville. Looneyville has a post office–a tiny unmanned building on a corner where a main road crosses the country road where I found this barn.
There used to be an asylum here, but oddly it too was not in Looneyville….
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That’s funny.
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I feel like I ought to have some Looneys in my family tree. :rotfl: And I think it’s a shame the asylum wasn’t in Looneyville. LOL!
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Hmm. Can’t remember if I told you already or not that I’ve changed my e-mail address after about 10 years. So if you see me unsubscribe with execulink, I’ll be resubscribed with sympatico.