The photo immediately following shows my father
sitting with his back to this wall. When he wasn't
playing the banjo, it hung here. Ironically the
head of the banjo completely protected the circle
of wall behind it. It was not salvageable, however.
The sounding board melted and the neck warped in the heat.
Of all the things that were lost, including many photos, it
was the banjo's destruction that saddened me most.

Still, the whole family is exceedingly grateful that
the banjo player himself escaped.