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1. What was your favorite toy as a child? A doll house made by my grandfather in the 1960s. It was long and low, a one-story, five-room ranch house with garage and patio out front, study enough to sit on. (Which I did, of course; the hallmark of childhood is unforgiving, rough love.) I spent hours with it when I was very small and made furniture and miniature household items in my spare time. (Those of you were children in the late 70s and early 80s will recognize two of the items I attempted to miniaturize: a PeeChee folder and a Rubic's cube.) It inspired me to assemble three more doll houses myself, one in cardboard as a very small child, then two in wood (one that looks very much like this one, although I made it half-timber, and an earlier model of this house, which took me most of my high school years to complete).
2. What did you name it? N/A
3. Who gave it to you? My father's father, who died before I was born and about whom I know almost nothing. (My father is very quiet about his childhood.) Apparently he was a barber and woodworker and constructed the doll house for his first granddaughter, who wasn't born until the early 1970s.
4. Do you still have it? No.
5. If not, what happened to it? I think my parents gave the original doll house, the 60s ranch house, to the young daughters of a very good family friend. There was a long period when my parents and I weren't in contact, but recently I discovered the ones I constructed are gone, too--my parents stored them in the attic, and the heat ruined the glue that held them together. They sent along the furniture I'd made, which I gave to the daughter of my college roommate, another doll house fanatic, and I saved for myself a handful of the tiny items I'd made or bought, PeeChee folder and Rubic's cube included.
I'd be curious to hear about your childhood toys! Thanks to
thefridayfive for the prompt.
In fannish news, I have my Holmestice assignment, which looks eminently workable, and watched the first episode of Miss Sherlock, which premiered on Friday. (I'll admit I lost some of the threads of the plot, but gender-swapped Holmes and Watson is SO very much my thing I didn't care.) Also,
splix's The Search for the Lost Sword has recently updated, which tickles me to no end.
I'm done cat-sitting for the time being, which means I have no excuse for lying on the floor in the cats' apartment taking
"> and batting mouse toys around and instead probably need to finish my last few classes and start grading. Onward and upward! Signing off. Have a great week, folks!
2. What did you name it? N/A
3. Who gave it to you? My father's father, who died before I was born and about whom I know almost nothing. (My father is very quiet about his childhood.) Apparently he was a barber and woodworker and constructed the doll house for his first granddaughter, who wasn't born until the early 1970s.
4. Do you still have it? No.
5. If not, what happened to it? I think my parents gave the original doll house, the 60s ranch house, to the young daughters of a very good family friend. There was a long period when my parents and I weren't in contact, but recently I discovered the ones I constructed are gone, too--my parents stored them in the attic, and the heat ruined the glue that held them together. They sent along the furniture I'd made, which I gave to the daughter of my college roommate, another doll house fanatic, and I saved for myself a handful of the tiny items I'd made or bought, PeeChee folder and Rubic's cube included.
I'd be curious to hear about your childhood toys! Thanks to
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In fannish news, I have my Holmestice assignment, which looks eminently workable, and watched the first episode of Miss Sherlock, which premiered on Friday. (I'll admit I lost some of the threads of the plot, but gender-swapped Holmes and Watson is SO very much my thing I didn't care.) Also,
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I'm done cat-sitting for the time being, which means I have no excuse for lying on the floor in the cats' apartment taking
