Meredith and Carrie
Rebecca and Billie June
Nina, Meredith, Bessie and Randy
Melanie holding Lindsey in the upstairs bedroom.
Gathered around the kitchen table: me looking bored, Nina, Brooke, Suzie, Frank, Meredith and Dale.
Randy, being a goober again, Lydia, Dale and Joe in the living room at 212.
So far these are the only pictures I have of the inside of 212 and I can't believe it! That house scared the begeezez out of me when I was a kid....I was a stupid kid. But there was lots to look for and enjoy in that house. In the small closet under the stairs were lots of comic books like Archie Arch, Richie Rich, Little Lotta (which I now realize was about a fat girl and am totally scandalized by), Wendy the Good Little Witch and Casper the Friendly Ghost.
We loved playing the game Tripoli with Mollie, Nina and Elizabeth. There were spaghetti dinners and chicken spaghetti dinners and fried chicken dinners with sweet cornbread....all were the best ever. And then there was the sleeping porch that held 2 double beds with soft white sheets for the best nap taking ever. We would turn the window unit air condition to snow and then snuggle down in the sheets. It was fantasticness. All bedrooms upstairs connected to each other and each door had the loveliest glass doorknobs.
The china cabinet in the dining room held the most irresistible and breakable treasures. And then of course there was the swinging door between the kitchen and the dining room that I got grounded from more than one time for swinging over and over and over. And there was the attic that was scary and exciting but was just too hard to pass up searching through for hours to find that special something to connect us to the past.
The house plus the people that lived there made it a wonderful place to spend time. I wish it was still ours.
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