“The ramblings and grumblings of author Ad Hudler”

The Moving Diaries: Post #8443E5
Thursday, December 15, 2011


Though the movers don't come to Coconut Drive until the first week of January, I'm getting ready for them. I'm all by myself, and it's easy getting weepy as I sort through a quarter-century's worth of belongings.

Today I cleaned out and repaired my daughter's dollhouse, which had been all but abandoned beneath the stairs for the past decade. It's a little girl's dream dollhouse, made for Haley's fourth birthday by her Grandma Wanda. Wooden floors, real cedar shingles, three stories high.


I took all the contents outside, to the patio, with a pan of Mr. Clean-and-water and one of those spray cans of compressed air. I cleaned it all, then sorted everything by room into Ziploc bags. Also fixed and glued lots of things that had broken over the years.

I figured I needed to get this done. The movers will build a crate from wood, then seal it shut, and I'm guessing it will sit in the attic of our new home in Nashville for years to come ... probably until Haley has a family of her own. And on her daughter's fourth birthday, Carol and I will load it up into my truck and drive to wherever the hell she's living ... and we'll open it ... and Wanda's gift will be enjoyed for another generation.

Oh ... wait ... What if she has boys and no little girl? I suppose the house could be used as a barracks for little plastic army men. But which soldier would have to sleep in the pink canopy bed?



4 Comments:

Blogger Libby McMillan said...

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January 2, 2012 at 8:53 PM  
Blogger Libby McMillan said...

Sweet post, Ad. Pink rooms (and beds) are for POWs . . . makes 'em less aggressive. ;-)

January 2, 2012 at 8:54 PM  
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July 12, 2013 at 2:09 AM  
Blogger Edward Thirlwall said...

That’s a really nicely built dollhouse! It’s a shame that we outgrow things like this as children and can only come to appreciate them when we get older. But by then there’s not much we will do, except admire them and hope the next generation will appreciate owning them. Recently I was asked to go through my long dead grandparents’ personal effects. They had kept a lot of items in a self storage facility. I found a crate with wooden planks and a hand drawn schematic for the coolest tree house I’d ever seen. My grandfather had crafted these with the intent to give them to us when we were old enough, but sadly he passed when we were still very young. My kids will be excited to inherit this!

September 25, 2013 at 1:57 AM  

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