One of my favorite toys as a child was an old dollhouse that resided in the pink bedroom at Grandma Karela's house in Brookfield. I remember lovingly playing with the figurines, making up stories and no doubt working through a myriad of domestic issues facing a seven year old coping with her parent's divorce ; ) I loved that dollhouse. What made it even more special is that it was handmade by my great grandfather (right Aunt Judy?). This fall, the house made it's way safely from Seattle to Oak Park, thanks to one hundred pounds of Styrofoam peanuts and Aunt Judy's careful packing. It is now in Ella's room, ready to provide a stage for a whole new generation of familial angst. And how can one do that without the proper family of figurines? Mimi made sure that Ella received both a Caucasian and Asian family under the tree this year. Too bad toy makers haven't caught on to the whole inter-racial thing yet. Anyhoo, here are Jerry and I in our beautiful home. Aren't we lovely? Jerry needs a bit of hair gel though...reminiscent of his "Flock of Seagulls" stage in high school.
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