I remember this as a gate to be opened and closed if you wanted to go past our barn. More often than not it was just climbed over, unless we were hauling trash to the dump. Funny now that taking the trash out means rolling the bins to the street, it is a hated chore. I remember when we fought to load the truck and drive down the road. A passenger had to open the gate; no driver would ever stoop so low. Once there it was fun to throw the bags farthest down the hill into the family dump.