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.
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.