Posted 1 year ago
When I was little I loved playing with My Granny's Dollhouse. She was born in 1921, so it was at least 60 years old when I started playing with it. Everything in it was made really sturdy and I don't remember it as being delicate. She never seemed to worry that I would break anything.
In the 1980's she had a "new" house built and it had everything... Electricity, wallpaper, and decorations for every holiday. Little hands were not allowed to touch anything in the "new" house. That was Ok with me because I still liked the old house better. It was kept in a closet in the "attic room" and I remember having to make a path to it by crawling around and under piles of "junk" to get to it. After I crawled through the maze I would turn on the floor lamp next to it so I could see. I always felt like I was in a cave on the moon, it was such a remote place.
Now I have the New House, and in the last picture, that's what happens when you let the neighbor children play w/ dollhouses- I knew I was in trouble when I could hear , Crunch,crunch, under their feet...