I had heard about a barn filled with antiques on an Amish farm, so this week I set out to find it. But I almost missed the tiny “Antiques” sign at the end of the lane. I drove in the long lane to a typical Amish homestead with various-sized buildings scattered here and there.

 

The barn on the left was bursting with old-fashioned-looking stuff, so I figured that must be the antique barn. An elderly Amish man from the house yelled out, “I’ll be out soon!”

 

I stepped onto the wide floor boards of the barn and was treated to a feast of eye candy. A vignette with a “Laundry Room” sign, a purple Amish dress, and a washtub rested behind a vintage washing machine. In another corner, an old bird house and a bunch of old pots spilled out over a shelf. A gorgeous Amish-colors quilt balanced on a quilt rack. A faceless mantle clock perched on an ancient black trunk. A rickety porch swing sat dejectedly in a corner.

 

In another area, a neon green hand pump peered out from behind an old window. In the kitchen area, the table was set with dusty green plates and wine glasses on a burly tablecloth. When the elderly gentleman finally came out to the barn, I asked him who arranges everything so beautifully. “My wife and daughter-in-law,” he said.

 

The other half of the barn was not displayed quite so attractively. It seemed like the “storage room” to me, but I am certain bargain hunters could unearth great finds among that chaos as well. The gentleman informed me that the downstairs had stuff, too, besides another little barn across the lawn, and the milk house.

 

Downstairs I discovered an old chicken coop with a huge STOP sign leaning against it. My organizer brain imagined it in a house with six children, and each child and the mom and dad could have a column of cubby holes to store their shoes and hats and gloves.

 

I found out later that the miniature bank barn made of old tobacco laths was crafted by the elderly gentleman. “It would be cheaper to take a nap,” he said, because of all the work that it takes to make one. He told me he had made one and then had gotten orders to make more.

 

In the little barn across the lawn, dozens of ladders in all different sizes tilted against the walls which were likely repurposed from old tobacco laths. In another room, old globes peeked out from behind a board. Another shelf nearly groaned from the numerous lanterns that weighed it down.

 

Do not miss this charming place on your next visit to Lancaster: 98B Westview Drive, Gordonville, PA 17529