Here I am with our neighbor Patty Jones as we sport our latest fashions right out of Pattyâ€™s suitcase. As you can see, the suitcase is also of vintage age as was the falling-down old chicken coop behind our house on Dennis Street in Tumwater, Washington.
I donâ€™t know what ever happened to Patty Jones. Maybe she moved away, thereâ€™s just no way of knowing. She was obviously older than me. She must have been desperate for someone to play with to have come over to our house. Maybe it was someone my brother went to school with. When she came over we would do unbelievably â€˜wildâ€™ things like crawl the depth under the chicken coop and come up inside. I donâ€™t know who had that idea, but of course I was thrilled to be in on it. Never did I consider running into spiders or that I was crawling through old chicken poop. Ack!
Eventually, the chicken coop was torn down and probably became a bonfire and another source of entertainment. Having said all that, Iâ€™m glad my mom let us just be kids and take chances. Tetanus shots, what are those?