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