May 1973 After he retired in 1966, my father could devote himself full-time to his greatest avocation: our yard. There he is at the extreme right under the grape arbor. By this time, he'd gotten the yard to what I like to think of as its Hanging Gardens of Babylon state. The house was built in 1906 as a Presbyterian church, from which I presume came the shards of mottled brownish-yellow church window glass we'd sometimes dig up. Later owners corrected some of the unusual angles, such as those of the front porch. Kodachrome slide by Paul Penna |