I’ve written about my childhood playhouse before, but it’s been a while. So, how about a few more playhouse photos and memories?
My dad built a playhouse for my sister and me in 1972, when I was 7. It was very cool, with a porch, screen door, and windows with curtains.
There was a nifty wooden woodpecker door knocker. My sister and I, and various friends, spent many an enjoyable childhood afternoon performing on the porch, which made a great stage. If I were in charge, we were probably re-enacting songs from the New Mickey Mouse Club. Here, we’re wearing ponchos that (I think) our grandma made for us. That’s my childhood friend Marcilynn.
Here we are a year later, in 1976, the Bicentennial year, you’ll remember, if you were alive at that time. We’re inside the playhouse with our new sister (the back of the photo notes that this was her first visit inside the playhouse!). Our favorite thing to play in the playhouse wasn’t cooking or (heaven forbid) cleaning — we set up all our Fisher Price playsets and played with our “little people.” Here you can see a homemade house we made from a box, our Fisher Price barn, and on the table it looks like there’s a house we made from blocks.
Good, good memories. Did you have a playhouse or special place you enjoyed playing as a child?