Indiana, December 1969
The cold, snowy day after Christmas. Cousin Buster and I have already played with our toys, and we're tired of sitting around the living room of Grandpa Prater's farmhouse, listening to the adults complain about hippies and laugh about things that happened a thousand years ago. So we go exploring, hoping to find a secret stash of comic books.
The kitchen
The furnace room
A little room used as as a pantry.
A room with a pump in it.
Some bedrooms.
Grandma Prater's Room. Locked. Off-Limits.
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After Grandma Prater died, no one ever slept in her bedroom again. The adults went in to clean, or to look around, but kids weren't allowed: we might "break something."
The door was always locked, but when we played in the house, we always tried it anyway, just in case.
Today the knob turns, and the door stands ajar! Cousin Buster and I glanc at each other in surprise, then push the door open and look inside.
The full story is on Tales of West Hollywood.
The cold, snowy day after Christmas. Cousin Buster and I have already played with our toys, and we're tired of sitting around the living room of Grandpa Prater's farmhouse, listening to the adults complain about hippies and laugh about things that happened a thousand years ago. So we go exploring, hoping to find a secret stash of comic books.
The kitchen
The furnace room
A little room used as as a pantry.
A room with a pump in it.
Some bedrooms.
Grandma Prater's Room. Locked. Off-Limits.
After Grandma Prater died, no one ever slept in her bedroom again. The adults went in to clean, or to look around, but kids weren't allowed: we might "break something."
The door was always locked, but when we played in the house, we always tried it anyway, just in case.
Today the knob turns, and the door stands ajar! Cousin Buster and I glanc at each other in surprise, then push the door open and look inside.
The full story is on Tales of West Hollywood.