I was so thankful that it was free, that it was personal to them, and that it was so close to our house. And on our last trip there, I remarked to Joshua how much I lamented the loss of that place as a playground for the boys.
But things have a funny way of turning out.
Today we visited the Shiloh Museum of Ozark History. It was free. It was fun. And it had a barn! We went before lunch, and so, only stayed until we got hungry. (I am the mother who always forgets to pack snacks.) But Woody thought it would be fun to go back next weekend when Joshua can come, too.
There wasn't accompanying text to this one-room house, so I'll have to go hunting around for the historical information. We were playing the three little pigs, taking turns huffing and puffing and blowing those doors open.