Wow. That’s very much precise drawing!
My grandfather had three sheds full of stuff out in Missouri!
Going to Walmart.
I just looked at the sketches and thought how much the guy must have loved his grandfather. And as always, there was some wag on there that saw it as a waste of time... No comment for him and his doo-doo brane.
My Dad had a shed behind the garage/workshop. It contained stuff. Lots of it.
Old tools, a couple of really large diameter saws from a sawmill (which we assumed came from Mom’s family somehow since Greatgrandfather ran a sawmill back when the Black Swamp in NW Ohio still had trees, pipe, pieces of wood, a couple of chests with nutsboltsnailsscrewsandsuch, some scaffolding, a couple rope/block/tackle thingies, some skyhooks...
In other words, stuff. Lots of it. And every year we were given the task of ‘cleaning out’ the shed. That activity was accomplished by removing everything from the shed. Then putting it all back in.
I have no memory of Dad throwing anything that made it into that shed away. Ever.
Neither does my Sister. :-)