Demolition

I am probably the only grandkid (Mark maybe remembers) that remembers that your bedroom used to be where the family room and TV now resides. It is a very faint memory, but I remember stuff stacked up in there and a sewing machine case of some sort. But I surely remember the day we tore down the wall! There was a lot of commotion going on that day, and then Grandpa gives me this hammer and tells me to "hit the wall" with it. I'm thinking, "Yeah right, and get my butt paddled?!" It wasn't until Dad took the hammer and whacked the wall that I realized he was serious. After that, I was in heaven!