I'M NOT THE OUTDOORSY TYPE!

From an early age, I didn't enjoy being outside. But in the 1940s that is what kids did when they weren't in school. They played outside from early morning until the sun went down.

I never understood the logic of that. There were bugs, hot weather, cold weather, snow, wind, snakes, dirt, etc. out there. Not my idea of fun.

For my 4th birthday I received a tricycle, and I know I was thinking, "Oh no, they expect me to ride it on all that dirt and gravel." Well, I tried to cooperate. Even when I was a little older, I managed to ride a two-wheeler after many bruises and scrapes (one that required a trip to the doctor and a big bandage). It wasn't pretty; I certainly didn't enjoy it; and it wasn't the ticket to the freedom of the outdoors that my parents hoped for.

So my parents moved onto plan two. They hired a carpenter to build a play house for me. Do you suppose as an only child I was just a little bit spoiled? But, at least now we're talking my language.

In my eyes, it was beautiful painted a pretty blue inside with two windows and a door. Now all I had to do was go out the back door of the big house, walk ten feet, and go into my play house. Technically, I was "playing outside". There I could take care of my dolls, set the table with my toy dishes, and sit and read. And sometimes, my mother and I would scrub the floor and wash the windows of my little house. I loved that.

I was a little housewife/mother-in-training. This is the only picture that I have of my playhouse. It was taken the day I started school. Oh, I wish I had a better picture of it so you could see how beautiful it was!

Fifty years of marriage later, I still love a clean house with a table set with pretty dishes while I read and my grandkids are outside playing.

I'm right here in the comfort of the house if anyone needs a band-aid or drink of water!!!

Thanks for stopping by,

Sally