Grandma’s graduation

These two photos are of Grandma in her high school graduation dress.

I’m still surprised that Grandpa’s formal education ended after the eighth grade, when he was needed to help work the farm.

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Croquet

It wasn’t until I had scanned the small snapshot and cleaned it up, best I could, that the image finally made sense. Dad’s playing croquet with a half-concealed companion.

The trellises screened rows of lead pipes stored for plumbing jobs. The barn itself – much, much smaller than I remembered – was stuffed with supplies.

First long trousers

Dad’s all spiffed up, posing in the small side yard on McOwen street.

The scruffy decorative tree behind him was one I would later climb as a kid. It hadn’t grown much by then.

Dad’s first bicycle

He got it after the family moved to McOwen street. Did boys always wear ties?