The little part to the right was built from the original structure, a small cabin that partially burned on some land my cousin owned. It was restored - Big Bro making a number of trips down as that happened, then my cousin L. designed the addition to the left, which in the last few years, came to completion. The kitchen is my domain and is set up to make about anything you can think of without a lot of wasted space or extra "luxury" kitchen items (there is NO microwave).
My room's still the same with the big bed and a loft to the left with another sleeping area. No space is wasted in this place. But there are room for our childhood horses.
Yes, those are the little toy horses my cousin and I played with as little girls.
Big Bro on his visits back in the day? Well, he was a bit different. He didn't want to bunk in the house with the girls or on the sleeper sofa where Dad would stay when he came for Thanksgiving. No, during our summer vacations here, Big Brother bunked in the BUS.
No- not just ANY 1941 bus. THE TWILIGHT LOUNGE
It has room for someone to bunk, both people and a dog - a fridge, sink, heater and fan, room to eat and drink and little port a potty out back.
Hey -ANYONE can decorate with plastic flamingos and begonias.
A stop for lunch.
Buddy the horse, who travels to and from here in his own trailer, goes out to his pasture after an apple and carrot. Buddy is twenty-one and has a good life here and his other home down in the valley where he stays in the winter months.
(Yes, SUN OVEN)
You don't have to be related by blood to love someone.
Dad is a much loved member of this clan of family and friends.
Happy 95th Birthday Dad!