In my farthest-back childhood memories, this is the kind of refrigerator we had. My head didn't reach the top of the door back then, when I looked inside it.
There are many, many buggies (as in horse-and-buggies, although there are baby buggies too). There are cars and bicycles, tractors and typewriters, even a few airplanes. We enjoyed the place, but it sort of makes me sad, seeing its decline. There were probably only twenty-five visitors there during the four or five hours we were there.
Today we're gearing up for a trip to Branson. By Sunday we'll be back to Church, babysitting on Monday, back to our normal routine.
I have highly-rated restaurants chosen for our stay at Branson, and I have planned a stop at Osceola Cheese on the way down. Here's hoping I manage to keep my weight below 160 during this trip. It's been a long, hard road getting to this point!