when I was a baby...

I recently posted to the journal of my son about taking him out to experience his first rain fall. My father, reading that, responded with this story:

"We got a real kick out of your description of Ken and you experiencing the sounds and rain on your balcony.

It reminded me of the time when you were a few months old and I carried you in my arms around the upstairs of the big old farmhouse in Beamsville and showed you the outside world through the various windows that were open on a beautiful spring morning with all the trees in bloom and the birds singing their little hearts out. Or maybe they were trying to scare off Barney."

Was Barney: