Childhood Memories Friday: Playhouse

Childhood Memories FridayWhat child wouldn’t love a playhouse? I had one when I was little!

playhouse 1970Dad built the playhouse in the summer of 1972, so I would have been 7.  That’s my sister on the left and me on the right (side note:  I LOVED that fur coat I’m wearing, and the baby beans doll I’m holding).  My dad was a teacher and a school principal, but in the summers he sometimes did construction work, so he was able to build the playhouse with no problem.

The playhouse was so much fun!  It had carpeting, a porch (which doubled as a stage where we could perform Mickey Mouse Club-inspired plays), windows – you name it.  It had a toy stove and sink, but what I most remember doing with the playhouse was turning it into a world for our Fisher Price Little People.  We had an entire village set up in there, with houses, church, castle, skating rink (a record player where the people could “skate” on the turntable).

The playhouse wasn’t heated, but we would play there from spring all through the hot summer, with a big box fan running in the door to pull in all that hot, humid southern Indiana air.  Ahhh, memories!

A note about the large Santa head hanging on the porch:  for several years, my dad put up the Christmas decorations downtown as a side-job.  He had a big scaffolding on the back of the pick-up truck, and he would have someone drive slowly from one lightpost to the next while he would put up the decorations one by one.  I got to help with this at least one year, and thought that was a LOT of fun.  Sometimes he would get an old “retired” decoration that we could use at home.

We moved to a new house (almost in our backyard) when I was 14, and we had the playhouse moved.  I remember watching in awe as it was moved (and hoping it wouldn’t fall apart in the process!).  It’s still there, and my girls like playing in it now when we visit.

backyard playhouse

Did you have a playhouse or other special place to play when you were little?

10 thoughts on “Childhood Memories Friday: Playhouse

  1. I’m a little jealous of you! (OK, a lot!) I always wanted a playhouse when I was a little girl. *sniff*

    My father was (and still is!) a mechanic – when I was a little girl, he owned Don’s Quality Texaco in Milwaukee. . . my sister and I used to play in the big ol’ stacks of tires. I remember my father or one of his guys lifting us up and setting us down in the center of the stacks. Sometimes they’d tip over, and we’d crawl through them!

    Looking back, I guess it was kind of a giant Habitrail, wasn’t it?

  2. Oh, this is so cool! What a darling little house. I never knew anyone when I was little with anything this cool. At school we would each pick a tree, then draw our rooms in the dirt with a stick, and visit each other “at home.” My sis and I had more fun in cardboard boxes than you would think possible. One year our dad made us a doll house out of a cardboard box – it was wonderful! What I mostly played in was trees – my own private world. As high as I could get, esp. when the wind would blow hard and rock me around high above the ground, how I loved that! I always dreamed of having my own cloud to float around on, too.

  3. Nope, no playhouse for me on our Indiana farm, but it sure does sound fun! I played mostly out in our red barn, which had a couple of haymows on either side and great hand-hewn barn beams to walk across (somewhat like walking on a tightrope, only wider and sturdier). There was a steep barn bank/hill that was perfect for sledding in the winter. Then there was also a wagon shed with corn cribs where you could climb up to the top of the pile of corn and slide down that, which sounds rough now but seemed fun at the time.

    The best place to spend outdoor time away from the house (where I could feel independent and sort of “on my own” for an hour or two was the farm pond. It was away from the house, but still close enough to be seen. In the summer a neighbor girl named Rosemary Mills and I went fishing almost every day. In winter it was ice skating. Sometimes the ice would freeze all rough and bumpy, but many times it would be as smooth as a mirror! I would do figure 8s and pretend that I was Sonja Heine. Are you old enough to know who she was? It is comparable to swimming like Esther Williams, if you get the drift.
    Leona

  4. I grew up on a farm in Dubois County, between Holland and Huntingburg. My sisters and I created our own playhouse room in Daddy’s machine shed. I believe at times we turned it into a little grocery store. To get to the machine shed from our home, we had to pass the roosters. If you’ve never lived around roosters, you don’t have a clue. I would walk there carrying a kitchen broom. Roosters are MEAN! They come after you, trying to attack you and they scared me silly. I’d start beating them with a broom.

  5. What a unique and fun idea for a post topic! Your playhouse was very special. Its a blessing to have those memories tucked away. My dad built a playhouse for me when I was little. It was set up high on stilts. It had electricity with my own porch and porch lights, etc. I remember being SOOO excited to have my first sleepover in it! Thank you for bringing this topic up!

  6. What a wonderful playhouse you had! As a little girl I always dreamed of having a playhouse. I remember looking through catalogs at all the toys and dreaming of having a play kitchen sink and stove, tables & chairs and dishes. My parents moved around quite a bit and at one house there was an enclosed patio that I used to play house in. Finally we moved to a house that had an actual wooden playhouse in the backyard. It was built out of redwood and had a window and shingle roof. Only problem was by then I was in high school and not interested in playing house.

  7. My grandfather built me and my sister a pink and purple play house, it was simple with a barn door and 2 windows. We had one of my dads old desks and chair in there and tons of toys. I LOVED that play house! My dad gave it to a friend of his who had young kids and now I don’t know where in the world it is and I would love to see it again some day. My grandfather was not an affectionate man and didnt do things with us so that playhouse was really special to me because it showed me he really does love me, look what he built us 🙂

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