the play house

When my sister and I were young, our grandfather came to visit us and built us this "play house".

We spent endless hours playing with dolls, dressing up, and making mud pies.

When we were too old for these activities, the playhouse became home to saddles,blankets, bridles, and other horse necessities.

I don't know if I ever thanked my grandpa for building this little oasis that great grand children still are having a good time in.

My sister and I should really put on a mudpie demonstration for today's generation. She had just the right recipe of dirt and water that mixed together would set up in tin molds. (looked just like a bundt cake) Priceless fun!