Wednesday, June 05, 2013
What caused me to grow up believing I was a princess? Because I had the honor of living in this house when in the 6th, 7th and 8th grades. My formative years.
It was the church parsonage for a period of time. As with all other church parsonages, it was a hand-me-down house with hand-me-down furnishings but certainly fancier than the usual stuff.
I loved it but my poor mother had to clean it without the advantage of housekeepers that had been available to the previous owners:) Of course she had my sister to help in the house and my brother and dad did the grounds. Since I was "the baby" it was easy to slip away and feed my daydreams:)
Oh so now you think it was okay for my siblings to pick on me?