Junie breaks the iconic popsicle house

In the week before his death my Grandpa and I began to build a house out of popsicle sticks; I wrote of this in "Little Grandpa". I've had that house for thirty years. Today I found it smashed and half-missing on the floor of Lauren's room. To say I am upset is an understatement, but OTOH, the existence of that book makes the loss less biting, as the physical mementos are less important in its wake. But still . . . . damn it.