Grandpa Walter was the only son of the Hargrove family. In 1962, he walked away from the club, the money, and the expectations to marry a farm girl he met at the county fair. He never regretted it once. His father disowned him for it. When his father died, Walter inherited the land anyway and leased it to the club for one dollar a year, on one condition: that it remain open to anyone the members invited.<\/p>\n
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The board commissioned the portrait in 1991, after Walter donated the money to rebuild the dining room following a fire. That was the last time Grandma had stepped inside. Albert had served Walter and June coffee at the unveiling, and he had never forgotten her kindness. She still wears that dress for special occasions. After Walter died, Grandma simply went home to the farm and never mentioned any of it. Even Nathan had never known.<\/p>\n
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