My grandfather built this house for me when I was 8 years old. He came and lived with us for a short while, and during that time, he managed, with few power tools, to make this house for me, and a red barn for my brother. Somehow, through all the moves we made while my Dad was in the service, this is the only plaything of mine that survived. My Mom had it for a long time, and then my sister stored it at her home. She asked if I wanted it back a year ago, and I said YES. When I got it back home, I went to work on it right away.