My brothers and I are in the process of cleaning out our family home and we are working hard to get it ready to sell. The house was built in 1950 and we moved in that August just after I turned four. For the first fifty years its existence, our mother kept the house in pristine condition and the garden was magnificent. Both could have graced the pages of House Beautiful at one time. Sadly, in the past few years, the house has deteriorated a bit from neglect and the garden has overgrown. The house has evidence of termites and will be tented and fumigated in a couple of weeks. To get ready for the pest company to tent the house, we had to prune back overgrown shrubs and trees. I’d been so busy with sorting and packing things in the house that I didn’t take any photos for a couple of days but when I saw my brother, Arthur, sawing a branch off a huge, ivy-choked birch tree that was touching the house, using an ancient looking crosscut saw, I knew I had to stop what I was doing and take a photo. It’s not exactly a Sawzall, but it got the job done!