I was working around the west end of the barn one day. It must have been about 1952. Wayne was about six years old.
Something caused a disturbance and I remember Wayne walking down the road in front of the barn saying over and over “I think I’m going crazy” and he was obviously very distressed.
When we asked him what happened, he said that he had been swinging on the ropes in the barn and on one swing, he had crashed his head into one of the upright beams in the barn.
We used to take the hay ropes and tie them off on one of rafters, then stand on one of the large horizontal beams, probably about 15 feet high, swing off the beam, arc up then drop into a pile of hay in the mow or stacked on the barn floor.
I remember Wayne being very pale and disoriented for quite a while. I’ve often wondered if this accident contributed to the rather tortured life he seemed to lead.
Something caused a disturbance and I remember Wayne walking down the road in front of the barn saying over and over “I think I’m going crazy” and he was obviously very distressed.
When we asked him what happened, he said that he had been swinging on the ropes in the barn and on one swing, he had crashed his head into one of the upright beams in the barn.
We used to take the hay ropes and tie them off on one of rafters, then stand on one of the large horizontal beams, probably about 15 feet high, swing off the beam, arc up then drop into a pile of hay in the mow or stacked on the barn floor.
I remember Wayne being very pale and disoriented for quite a while. I’ve often wondered if this accident contributed to the rather tortured life he seemed to lead.
