Japanese Barrels of Hay / A Firestone Family Story

One day when Melanie was around 10 years old and we were taking her to her friends house near Morganton NC, we kept passing big rounded hay bales. She turned to us and said look at all the barrels of hay. That is now why we still call them barrels of hay. Not an exciting story, a cute 10 year old story that became our family story. I still call them barrels of hay, and can't remember what they are really called most of the time.




This one's for you, Melanie!

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