We're waiting for Don-Mike to get off work so we can go to Pizza Villa for supper. For once, Nick wants to eat in & not do take-out. He wants to take Nana with us too.
I just barely got around to sending the pics of the deer I took last week in Franklin. I have time now that it's not so late. I took 3 of them.
About 45 years ago, maybe longer, I broke the door knob on the back door. Actually, I didn't break it, but I was instrumental in it being broken. I think it must have been longer, because I don't think I was 12, but younger. A group of neighbor kids were playing. I don't remember what we were playing, but I was being chased by an older boy & I ran in the house & locked the door so he couldn't get in. Well, we're tusseling over the door & the knob broke. My mother was so angry, she sat ME on a chair in time out. Brent Christensen, the neighbor boy, didn't get yelled at or even sent home. I think they all went home though because Mother was so angry.
The door has never latched since. That was okay though, because even though that was the wooden door into the house, that door was never locked. My dad had built an enclosed porch on & that was where the clothes washer & dryer has resided ever since. The "back" door was a metal storm door. So, for almost 50 years, we've not had a real back door. In summer the storm door had a screen in & in the winter it had glass.
To be continued ....... Don-Mike is home, Nick wants to eat NOW!!
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