The porch looks a little the worse for wear, after looking at Dwight's baby picture on it. (Same porch?) I'd discarded the doll for the white cat - the same one we hauled around in the doll buggy. Note the potato being used as a cap for the can of kerosene (used to fill the oil lamps at night for our evening lights.) We did not have electricity in the little brown house until I was 4 years old - the REA (Rural Electrical Association) brought the magic lights to our remote farm area.