It was truly a case of the old saying "Necesisty is the Mother of Invention," for we did not know when we moved into our house and looked out upon the miserable, forlorn patch of yellow clay which. composed our back yard, that it could be evolved into a truly lovely garden spot. My father was the first one of us to see the possibilities of that ugly strip of hard-packed, weed-fringed earth. It really seemed an impossible task because of the unsightliness of the bare earth, the rubbish and tin cans.