January 8, 2010
Twelve Meditations on a Dollhouse | I. Meditation on the Kitchen

The Kitchen. Colleen Moore’s Fairy Castle. (Museum of Science and Industry. Chicago.)
“The copper stove in the back of the room is the stove in which the wicked witch locked Hansel and Gretel.”
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Oh this is great, Sheila. It reminds me of some of the things Cindy and I saw at the Santa Fe children’s museum. But this is better because it’s so focused, with so many excellent details all in one place.
It is the Xanadu of dollhouses.
Fabulous!
I was very attracted to doll houses when I was a small boy. They struck me as a wonderfully compact place to imaginatively hide. I was about five at the time, and I remember my father actively steering me away from this interest, no doubt wanting to ward off a slide into sissydom, as he might have called it. Later I shot my sister’s doll house up with a bb gun–and didn’t get in as much trouble for it as I thought I would. Violence an understandable developmental step in their view, I suppose.
I had a toy theater that I absolutely loved. But I never shot it up with a BB gun.
I could make a little one-room dollhouse now, maybe, and shoot it up with the air rifle.
I slid into sissydom with hardly a sideways glance at a dollhouse (but I never saw any like this one). I have however shot up lots of things with a BB gun.
Rick, what do you say we collaborate on a window dressing and then shoot it up?