Somewhere there is a photo of my dad and my Uncle Junior (who is still living) and I think there might be a wheelbarrow in that, too.
This isn't a wheelbarrow, but it's my dad, before I was born. He was strong and always owned a big wheelbarrow. Probably the same one all the years I knew him.
My dad was born July 17, 1926. He died in his fifties. I have outlived him two ways. His name was Kirby Lynn Adams.