More than 80 years ago my grandfather built this dollhouse for my mother. Over the years many young children have taken turns looking after this house — rearranging furniture, playing make-believe, dreaming.
Each door opens to reveal a different room, with windows, curtains, rugs, furniture. There is a miniature grand piano in the living room, a bed and dresser in the master bedroom, toys in the nursery and pots and pans in the kitchen. My favourite is the old fashioned sturdy metal stove and oven.
This dollhouse was in our home when I was a child, although I couldn’t tell you how much time I actually spent playing with it. My mom would redesign the curtains, bedsheets and other items when she had time. Now that I am a grandmother, it is natural that I would be a temporary keeper of the house.
Yesterday my electronic organ was picked up by the movers, and taken to a colleagues home, which gave me space to display the heirloom. I am excited to watch the reaction of my granddaughter, and my students when they discover the dollhouse!
Reflections 