Elsinore is where my dad is from. It is a small town just south of Richfield. It brings back a lot of childhood memories to go back there.
This is the house that my dad grew up in. It used to be a light tan/yellow or maybe it was white. Whoever owns it must be restoring it - or maybe they think that gray is a good look.
This is the old school house that we used to go down to and play at the park.
Most of the old playground equipment has been replaced, but there are still a few of the originals (or at least were there when I was a kid). The teeter tooter (or see-saw, whatever you prefer) was a huge hit. My kids have never been on one. Such deprived children.
Also a classic is the rocking horse that looks like it has been painted a hundred times.
If you ask my kids the park was the best part of the whole trip. If we would have known that we could have saved ourselves the three hour drive and spent the day at a park near home. They may have been bored, but it was fun for me to be able to show my kids the areas I grew up loving. 
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