My wife and I ran into Old Man Pickford down in Grand Pres in the Annapolis Valley, Nova Scotia. He was just whittling pipes on the side of the road next to this old barn.
We came to find out that he lived in the barn. He told us stories of his young days working as a sailor on ships and then his move back to NS to work on the family farm. We spent about an hour looking through his old photos and hearing his many tales. One of my favourite memories.
We often drive by his barn hoping to see him but never do :(