BLAST FROM THE PAST

this time the little oinker from over the big pond picked the topic: a toy you really wanted butt never got…

For my mom that was a DOLLHOUSE. A real one, not the thingy her beloved grampy made for her and what was the reason for a smelly fire in the house… you can read about that shed here.

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Mom’s greatest wish was to have such a dollhouse, like the one her cousins had. Their dad built it with his own paws and he built it in a style of a swiss chalet, even with small rocks on the roof and with lights in every room and a garage for the car this dolls never had.
Butt it was a great place for small plastic horses, because the dolls what lived in that swiss chalet were ecosensitive. It was the dream of every little girl and so her cousins DOLLHOUSE became a DROOLHOUSE for my mom..

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This DOLLHOUSE was a place a little  like Blogville, all things were good and mom and her cousin had tons of fun to bake their own world. The mom of her cousin offered them the garden shed that they wouldn’t kill her nerves had room enough to live in their own world.

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They invited another cousin who had a play store and my mom brought her bake oven . And they had their own money, inflation money, what their grand-granny had in shoe boxes. That means all citizens of DOLLVILLE were billionaires…
Against the old saying “two’s company, three’s a crowd” the three girls played together nearly every day  while  eating unripened currants and some cacti, because the cousin said that are cucumbers. My mom made lunch in her bake oven you wouldn’t touch with a long pole, butt they threw it in their stomachs, no matter how much time they spent in the bathroom later. Butt that small cacti-episode and the following embarrassing adventure at the ER are maybe  stuff for another post.

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So, the tree girls lived in their Dollville and they even wrote stories in a notebook what they used as screenplay and they lived the life of the dolls as if it would be their own…. till that day as my mom was  nearly 11 years old and her cousins turned 12 that year.

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Mom came to play with the DOLLHOUSE, butt both cousins  weren’t in the garden shed. Mom entered the room of one of the cousins and there they were. Dressed up in metallic jackets (no,they weren’t on a space mission that’s just a typical fashion-failure of the 80’s) and in hot pants and with tons of make up and AQUANET in their fur. tztztz… far away from the ecosensitive dolls…

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They said they are invited to a dance event at school by some older boys and they grinned as my mom asked for another day in Dollville… There were the two dancing queens, spraying glitz around (do you remember the glitz spray? maaaan that darned stuff was everywhere) and there was my mom who felt like the last idiot on earth… in her chopped jeans and with her Sesame-Street shirt where Elmo and the Cookie-Monster played soccer… with the dino-band-aid on her grazed knee and with the bag with  the bake oven inside… an no one of them had any idea what to do or what to say …

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It wasn’t that they were rude or mean to my mom, it was just the difference between them …Dinah Washington sang once: What A Difference A Day Makes… and this time it wasn’t the difference of a day, it was the difference of that year that their cousins were older…

Mom walked home with the tail between her legs and that moment she noticed that something found an end. It wasn’t the friendship to her cousins, they go well together to this day, it was just the end of a chapter. Butt if you are young every chapter what’s closed will lead you to a new one… and the following christmas there was no DOLLHOUSE on my mom’s wishlist butt such a silly space jacket…  BYE  Elmo & Cookie-Monster, Dollville and scary food-experiments… HELLO scary clothes, Aquanet and B.O.Y.S.

 

 

 

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Mom never had a DROOLHOUSE and sometimes when she is browsing through eBay she looks at the old dollhouses. It isn’t a thing to buy one, even one whats much bigger that the one of her cousin. Butt it wouldn’t be the same, it would be just a dollhouse, not more. Because no one can sell you the time you spent with friends and the magic of a moment…and otherwise her stomach isn’t as strong as it was once, so cacti and unripe fruits are deleted from the menu card…

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MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE!


 

About easyweimaraner

Weimaraner /Braque de Weimar, born in 2009, male & fabulous From: Britanny / France Likes: Plushtoy-Shredding, Spikebones,long distance Walks, everyday a Gift, Chicken, Shoes, Underwear, my squeekie Pig & my whole Life Dislikes: Water, Cats, Beaf, Cats, cleaning my Ears, Cats, the Vet, Cats, Snow & CATS! Profession: Student of psychological War-technics & Terrorism, after my Masterdegree i become to rule the world or maybe to be the owner of toys r us. actually i'm not sure... Status: Single Pets: Hell, NO! i prefer a petfree home. but owner of two slaves for my comfy Misc.: Greencardowner for Masterbed, Master of Beggin, Prince of Thiefs We decided to leave Easy's datas as they were... although we lost him in november 2016, he is still with us.... and his little brothers Phenny and Nelly promised to write on not as Easy the weim, but as easy Weimaraner... About us: Mr. Phoenix, born 9/9/2016 a virgo and always clever&smart...Neilson, born 7/28/2017 a leo who thinks he is clever&smart...

60 responses »

  1. I had a dollhouse that was handmade when I was a kid. It was really big, but not very fancy. Just some plywood with 4 rooms and an attic. I think kids stopped playing barbies around the 5th grade maybe, but me and my best friend always liked to secretly play with them in middle school lol. I don’t think we’d ever tell our other friends that we did haha.

  2. What a lovely story Easy, those halcyon days of childhood until the hormones kick in 😉

  3. What a touching story of childhood and its coming to an end. My Dad made me a dollhouse – nothing fancy, but good fun. But What I passionately desired as a child was a real live dog, which my parents would not allow, thinking it a passing phase. When I finally reached a stage in life (aged 40) where a dog was possible and I acquired Bertie’s predecessor Hamish, my mother was initially too shocked to speak, but later phoned back and said OK I get it you REALLY DID WANT A DOG all those years ago…
    Cheers,
    Gail.

  4. DailyMusings says:

    I just love this… I started out laughing and especially after reading the dollhouse fire post, but ended up wistful, as I read this line “Because no one can sell you the time you spent with friends and the magic of a moment…” what an absolutely beautiful sentiment. ❤

  5. Oh Easy at least your Mom and her cousins did have a great time while it lasted. Animal Couriers said it the best! You and your Mom have a great day!
    Marty

  6. Goose says:

    My MOM never did have a dollhouse. Once she was given a tea set and she pretended she did not like it because she wanted a new softball mitt and bat (yea my MOM was one of those girls who loved to play sports, especially softball). Butt really if anyone peeked in the tree house there my MOM would be with her best friend and their stuffed animals having a tea party. Good memories for my MOM. And you are so so right, “Because no one can sell you the time you spent with friends and the magic of a moment…”
    Blessings,
    Goose

  7. fozziemum says:

    Easy we love this homage to childhood times of joy..and we all feel that pull to be back there..in the moment ..dollhouses can be bought but the moment has gone ..and what a lovely but heart string tug this is …the moment you realise you no longer belong in Dollville ans the dolls have a party to go to…just lovely 🙂 hugs and loves Fozziemum xx

  8. Brian says:

    Everyone needs a doll house and a drool house Easy!

  9. cecilia07 says:

    Easy what a beautiful story and we thank you for sharing…Mom recalls the day when some of her friends turned 13 and she was still 12. It was just a year but boy what a difference a day made. Too bad everyone is always in such a hurry to grow up.As a teen mom wanted to frost her hair. Her parents said absolutely NO NO NO NO. Fast forward about 30 years.. mom starts getting gray hair. Her Mom said your should color it. Mom said NO NO NO I wanted to frost it as a teen but you said no Now I have natural frosting and I love it.
    Hugs madi your bfff

  10. The memories of that time are what makes it special and those you have for a life time 🙂

  11. fredrieka says:

    Momwithoutpaws says aquanet can be used as glue. 😀 she liked it for big hair. Not sure what that means but she said she could give someone a concusion by her hair bumping into them

  12. Awwww, all these sweet, poignant, and funny posts this morning from Show and Tell Blast From the Past! My Mom, long gone now since 1987 always wanted a dollhouse so we bought her the kind you put together when she was 65 and put it together she did! You kind of had me teary toward the end of this post when you said “something found and end” and your last paragraph. I never used Aquanet but I kept Dippity-Do in business! Loved this post!

    • Think that moment as she was nealy 11 years old will stick furever in her head :o( My Mom was not smart enough to use dippity-do, her hair always looked as she need to visit the next carwash when she tried to create a wild look :o)

  13. thanks for the memory lane walk…tough growing up sometimes isn’t it.

  14. Sweet memories. Peeps always wanted a doll’s house but never got one either. LOL our friend’s one got set on fire by her brother when he was playing with his action man. It was sadly ruined when water got poured all over it as action man was pretending to be a fire fighter. Have a tremendous Thursday.
    Best wishes Molly

  15. Momma had a grreat dollhouse when she was little. Santa brought it for Christmas when she was 8, and it was made to look just like HER house.

  16. stella rose says:

    Oh this was a lovely story Easy. Growing up for little girls can be hard to do. We finks that is why our momma blogs….bahahahha
    stella rose

  17. Coccolino says:

    What a wonderful story to share, it was so nice to read it. I was a huge doll lover growing up and my one friend and I would play together until we were way too cool to do so, at 13. Then I played by myself after because I wasn’t really too cool 😉

  18. PigLove says:

    Oh my Easy – this kind of brought water to my piggy eyes. So intense of a story of a girl who just wanted a dollhouse. If mom still had hers, I would fill it with memories and send it to you just because. Nope it wouldn’t be the same but nevertheless there would be a smile of ❤ Loved your bloggy my friend. XOXO – Bacon

    • bro, maybe your mom could come with the doll house and they could be 11 years old again for a moment… if your mom’s stomach is strong enough for cacti dipped in modeling clay :o)

      • PigLove says:

        Hey – you may have a deal there my friend. Mommy loved playing with her somewhat of a doll house growing up. XOXO – Bacon

  19. raisingdaisy says:

    My dollhouse wasn’t handmade, nor was it as beautiful as the one in your picture, but it had two floors and a staircase and I thought that was super cool! I played with that thing for years. It was so hard parting with it when I got married, even though I hadn’t looked at it for ages. By now it’s probably a collectible!

  20. My Ma never had a dollhouse but…her little sister ended up with one, hand-built by the granddad which was kinda unfair. Ma says she remembers those times when some of the older cousins started “growing up too fast” and she was left behind wanting to play silly “kid” games too. Oh, I think she was feeling bad for your mom in this story…especially if she did go around the following year in one of those space jackets. BOL
    Happy Thursday, pal.
    Oz

  21. kolytyi says:

    I think jackets are not always up to teenage girls’ expectations. For example, as one of my friends turned 16, she wanted a beautiful red jacket. Her pawrents tried to explain her that it is not her size, but she didn’t give in. Thus, she got her desired jacket. But at home, when she put it on and saw herself in the mirror, she realized that it is huuuuuge! So, she wore the thing only at evening walks, after darkness fell.
    I wanted a red jacket, too. My pawrents brought me a really supercalifragilisticexpialidocious red jacket with a hood and zip pockets from the DDR. It was fabulous till the first rain…

    • I agree with you… my mom begged for a pair of shoes what were too small… she got it and she felt like cinderellas sisters… butt she learnt something, even with pains :o)

  22. Kyla says:

    Why don’t you trade your Wendy house for Wally and Sammy’s doll house and everyone will be happy,

  23. Two French Bulldogs says:

    They have the coolest things now for the doll houses. Grandma had one
    Snorts
    Lily & Edward

  24. fernerose says:

    I was raised in a 12 ft trailer until i was almost 8 year old. I never had a doll or a doll house. no room for one. My only toy was one Rail Road car. that was a boys toy— not a girls toy!!!! I don’t know how to play!!!!

  25. Will and Eko says:

    If she had that house now, I doubt it would last long in a room alone with you for a couple minutes!

  26. Thank you for sharing these sweet memories! 🙂

  27. Frankie and Ernie says:

    THIS was a MAGICAL story about your mom and her LONGING fur the elusive Dollhouse….. OH BOY HOWDY do we EVER remember the Christmas her Grandpa built the Dollhouse from the wooden RADIO CASE… and your MOM’s Attempt to ILLUMINATE the thingy… We LOVED that story.

  28. My sisters had several dollhouses. I enjoyed playing the wrecking ball…. usually while they were in the middle of playing with them…..

  29. Oh Easy, this is a story that touches our hearts.
    love and hugs
    Bailey, Hazel & Greta

  30. Oh yes, looking back . . . mom does that on occasion. We were just visiting another bloggy and mom was thinking about how she NEVER got to be a Brownie and wear those cute socks . . .

    Your pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

  31. Awww…….gosh Easy I’m sad that your Mom never got her dollhouse but she certainly had almost as much fun with the cousins and the bake oven and until the great “cactus” snack (I’ve just GOT TO HEAR that story!!!!!!!) things were good. Then WHAM BAM THANK YOU MAM one day girls grow up and no longer wanna do that stuff – time for boys and clothes and makeup….leaving the little girl behind….sort of. My Mom still can whine as good as when she was little……….HAHAHAHAHA

    Hugs, Sammy

  32. Emmadog says:

    My mom never had a doll house, but she had a nice playhouse that she loved and played in for years.

  33. I am enjoying reading the wishful dreams denied by everyone. Some ting are SO important until one day they aren’t. I don’t know how I ever lived through the Easy Bake Oven days! UGH!

  34. The OP Pack says:

    Easy, our Mom has a dollhouse that looks a lot like that one your MOm wanted. Our Mom built it herself from a kit many years ago. It has a tiled roof and real doors that open and close, wall paper, electricity, lamps that work, and furniture. Sadly it is in need of a major renovation – one of those things on Mom’s wish list for “one of these days”:)

    Woos – Phantom, Ciara, and Lightning

  35. Nylabluesmum says:

    Oh Easy this was a great post!!
    I remember the glitter & the Aquanet…oh yeah the 80’s were fabulous!!
    I agree it was a moment in time that was magical…mind you I still am thinking about buying a small train set…after all it IS on my Bucket List 😉
    Love Sherri-Ellen & Nylablue ❤ ❤

  36. I never wanted a dollhouse I always wanted a truck (yes, I am a girl I know) and guess what… last Sunday I found a beautiful solid wood truck on the car-boot sale. It is very heavy and it needs of some TLC but I kind of have a truck of my dreams! Such a shame I can add a picture of it 😦

  37. My grandfather made me a dollhouse. It wasn’t the one of my dreams, but I loved it and I still have it. Tell your mom she can come and play anytime.

  38. fern reed says:

    Yes Easy every thing I wore or carried was a one of a kind!!! No one else had anything like it and I loved that!!! I still cook like that today. I can’t seem to follow recipes. I keep thinking if we put this or that in it would be healthier or taste better. Or change it in many ways!!! I can’t seem to help my self from thinking that way! LOL

  39. dezizworld says:

    OMC What a cool doll house dat wuz Easy. Course weez know yous mommy wanted da store bought one. Luv all da fotos.

    Luv ya’

    Dezi

  40. Loved hearing I wasn’t the only one who dreamed of such a dollhouse. My wish came true in my 40s! It fun to decorate but now it just sits there collecting dust.

  41. pawedblog says:

    Aww Easy! Your mums story made me sad! Imagining what she must have felt like on that day. I’m so touched by this story (could be something called whore moans that you’ll have to ask your mum about). It does sound like for a while though they had some perfect memories there!
    Hugs, Carrie and pups x

  42. I did not have a doll house, the little kind, but my Dad did eventually build me a large doll house in our back yard…but by then…I was just about too old to want to play there anymore. But I still have ALL my dolls…and I bought them lots of stuff, all vintage, on eBay….made me feel so young again…my dolls were very special as my Mom always gave me one at Christmas…and nice doll…and then she would draw the clothes they sold for the doll…and then make the clothes for mine as she could not afford the store bought clothes…but she could sew like a pro!

    • It’s great that you still have all your dolls, they are like treasures and I bet every one is a special christmas memory :o) It’s great to have a mom who could sew…even the clothes you have for your dolls makes them so special :o)

  43. spittythekitty says:

    What a fantastic story! The Human LOVED it and even got a little misty-eyed remembering back to her own girlhood—you know, back in 1834. Me, eh–dollhouse, schmallhouse. Were there fudz in it is all I wanna know, and not some dumb cactus either.

  44. What great memories, speaking of which…Aquanet…knew it well!

  45. rottwlrmom says:

    Sweet, sad story. I always wanted one too…Now, I’m glad I don’t have one to dust!

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