A Pictorial Tribute to my Family

So this is 1959.  The watering can trophy for best looking yard was a big deal in our neighborhood.  It seems so stupid now, though.  My Dad worked his butt off on our yard.  It looked like a fairway on an expensive Country Club golf course.  I always thought it was a waste of my time.  Mowing was my job and our yard was over 1/2 acre.  In the humid summers of the midwest, it seemed a needless ordeal.