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.


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