Sept 4 early in the morning

So I have another weird two parter:
This first one I'm on some sort of fieldtrip with my sister, mother and sister's classmates. I have no idea where we are going only that it is steadily getting later. I know we are almost to a destination as I start repacking a bag that had a couple books and a blanket in. I know I'm trying to make sure I have everything because at one point I'm looking over at baby sister who is napping. I wonder if she has one of the books I brought and I consider waking her up as I'm folding a yellow knit blanket our grandmother had made me years ago. I hold it up as I fold making sure there are no "bigger" holes and I look back to see the un setting behind us. For a moment I'm looking for a shadow of some water dweller to play on the hills, like I knew it would be there. And then we reach our destination. The kids move out rather fast and crowd towards the front of on room and I manage to have something catch my eye around s corner. So as I'm looking at these keychains of plastic and plush guinea pigs I am approached by the guy who was speaking to the kids. He gets in my face about me looking at his stuff and making it sound like "who do you think you are?" like I would steal. I got back in his face saying I was a chaperone not some teen. He made me fairly angry. I guess this is because some people have questioned my age before. Sometimes it's nice, other times it can be a sore point.

Next part- driving up to this very cool old brick house. I can see a balcony at the second level with this rusted sort of stairwell that twisted in front of it. Just seeing the house made me excited for some reason. Inside we were in the kitchen and I was looking at what looked like puppies that were under the table. One had managed to get a bit a ways from its siblings, so I picked him up and moved him back. From there we moved to the back of the house and a seemingly detached room/ shed also made of brick. I was looking for something because the others who were with me were talking about the owner being either dead or gone- not sure which. I kept looking through the stuff, books- things that seemed like junk, but I was being told that the individual was still alive. I wondered about that as night fell and we returned to the main house and I guess we started getting ready for some sort of formal party.