Yes, the second home of this author is the tour highlight. The first home no longer exists, and apparently was a drafty farm house with no heat and a dog named, “Rex.” This abode came complete with a church on the grounds, and the lumber became the bones for the home. The concrete steps leading to the house are remnants from that first the house of worship. The road in front of the house is actually a highway, of course, and sitting on those steps trying to get truckers to honk was big entertainment for us kids. My sister and I took turns playing house on the steps, too, each having our own concrete living quarters. We probably fought over the wide ones in front?
Can you even imagine letting your kids play outside with a highway in the front yard? Ah – those were the days!
I’m thinking when you rode your bike it was without a helmet and knee pads too, somehow we survived 😉
Yes! We were helmet-less and only had to be home by dinner. So many “saner” things. How did we survive?