Opa was primarily a pig farmer, but had dairy cows as well. Boy, this is all really fuzzy some 45 years after my last stay on the farm, but I think the low fencing in the foreground and back between two of the buildings might be pig pens? Then again, I know some (if not all) of the pens must have had wire fencing between the rails, or maybe all of them. I just can't remember...
What I do remember, very clearly, were his admonitions to stay out of those pens. I remember one day I was sitting on that top rail with my brothers, sister, and some cousins, and one of us pushed someone in, off the rail. Opa saw it, and came running on over in a full-on rage and panic. We all paid the price for that one. Never did it again, though. Probably because it was a little while before we could stand to sit on that rail again...
Here is Opa with my mom, in the early 1950's, before she emigrated:
Here he is with my Oma, on the back deck of the farm house. I believe this was between the wars:
