Upstairs: Boys Room

We got rid of my old bed on this trip.  Because it had been assembled in the room, it couldn't fit out through the door, so it had to be 'disassembled" with a large hammer.  Cathartic.

Note the marks on the wall indicating the height of my bed.

And more marks on the wall, indicating my brothers.  Remember, his bed could slide away underneath mine.

The high cabinet was holding a bunch of international dolls, fairly politically incorrect.  They went to New Jersey to visit Aunt Carol.