When we first moved to our place there were a lot of old and decrepit sheds. I wish they had all been salvageable. Unfortunately, wood boring bees and the elements had done a number on them, and over the years we tore down one single shed, a triple shed, and an open barn type shed (which we tried to repair and maintain for a number of years before finally giving up). I was sad to see them all go. Now, we have the little partition shed which used to be off the barn shed that is next to my garden (and is also in dire shape) plus a breezy shed by the house. I took a picture from the inside of this shed the other day.
I love the old rustic Appalachian sheds, despite their age and despondency. Paul wants to tear this one down and build my root cellar on the spot. I really want a root cellar, but I would miss the old shed if we tore it down. The floor is completely rotted and half the roof has blown off, so it isn't exactly salvageable. I don't even know what it was used for (Paul thinks it was a smoke shed; I don't see any signs of that myself) but someone many years ago spent time and sweat putting it together, and it seems sad to lose that history.
One of these days I'll have to scan in pictures of the old sheds and the old homestead to share. Though they no longer are standing, they are still burned in my memory.