Mason starting to build a house.
Our Lincoln Log House
Gene's great grandson, Mason, was given a box of vintage Lincoln Logs . . . the kind we played with as kids in Roselle, IL. Lori and I ended up on our hands and kneeds down in the basement of Mason's Cincinnati home assembling a log house, fitting together rafters and tongue and groove green roof slats, and adding chimeys. We told Mason he was a "lucky kid", which made him a very proud four-year-old.
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