This photgraph was taken about a year before my grandfather died in 1915. The barn on the right, now long demolished was where he and his friends used to have a barrel of beer and hold their, "Smoking Parties". One member would keep an eye on the kitchen door through a knot-hole to make sure my grandmother was nowhere in sight, as she did not approve such goings on. My father related to me as the beer in the barrell went down, the singing got louder. My grandfather's two favourite songs were, "The fly be on the Turnip" and "Buttercup Joe."