So, recently after the monthly Where Bloggers Live, Just Like Home – and I thought of something kinda related. Checked and don’t see where I’ve posted before about this…
But, it’s about my childhood ‘playroom/playhouse’ at the Old House. It was one of the smaller bedrooms (turned storage, then turned into MY room) off the living room. I named it “Tumble Inn” – I’m sure I had a reason, but don’t remember what it was. I think I chose that name because you kinda ‘tumbled’ into it and we had stayed at an “inn” when we visited my Dad in New Orleans on one of his Navy leaves (I’ll have to write about that story one day).
My Dad made me the sign. I learned to print long before 1st grade as I wrote my ‘Daddy’ a letter every day during WWII, so the very ornate lettering is mine (from MANY years ago) 🙂
The room had one window looking out onto a small back porch. My Dad made me a long, low table and I had a chair that just fit that table. I can remember doing lots of ‘crafts’ there. I know I painted some plates – who knows what happened to them. Don’t remember what else I did in there – but it was MY room. Even my grandparents had to ask permission to enter. 🙂
The sign was rescued out of the house before it burned and now hangs over my largest guest room door.
How wonderful is that Iris. It goes to show that you were creative your entire life. And I think it’s important we all have our own place/privacy from time to time. Even as a kid.
Well, I never considered myself as ‘creative’ but I’ve surely always wanted to be. Thanks for the compliment.
I’m so glad you were able to get the sign before the house burned. What a wonderful keepsake and memory! Thank you for sharing it with all of us.
That sign does evoke such sweet memories. I’m so glad it was rescued.
How sweet you still have the sign! it sounds like a lovely space for you to do your own thing, such nice memories to have!
Hope that you are having good weekend. It’s a wet long weekend here.
Thanks Mica – I do love that sign, it has such sweet memories attached. I’m running behind, so past my weekend – and it’s a wet day today.