Dad out the door.

When my dad was about 6 years old, he went out the door.

The “potato cellar” was a large barn with three floors and a basement- the cellar. Paul, my dad was on the top floor with his monther, my grandmother, called tohim, “Paul, get away from that door.”

 

Paul replied, “Don’t worry mom, it’s locked! Seeeeeeeeeeeeee…” And with that, he promptly fell out of the barn. In the picture below, you can see the door still attached to the barn, right before we pulled it down.

 

Paul was fine, though he received a concussion and I would imagine a fairly torough talking to from his mother.

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