Reflections on my life - from 1953 till the present.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
The Play House
Thinking of Livingstone Street reminded me of the play house which Dad built for me in the backyard. Oh, the hours that were spent there playing house and school - I couldn't tell you. It was wonderful. Not sure of the dimensions, but it was a full height room. Had a door at the front, and a window in the left wall, and another in the back wall.
This photo shows John and me having a tea party outside the playhouse. It was next to dad's big shed where he had his model railway set up. In front of the playhouse you can just see the aviary where we had a rosella (I think).