When my husband was a boy, he visited his grandparents on Sunday afternoons out at "the farm". He grew up in Greenville, Tx where cotton was grown in the surrounding countryside. We passed by the house on a trip a couple of summers ago and the house had fallen in but the barn was still standing. Of course, when he was little that was the place to play so he has lots of good memories. Over the holidays, Jim decided to paint the barn and I made a hooked rug out of it. It was really fun to see…