Remembering a Gentle Heart

This is an old, old photo of me and my paternal grandfather. When I was very small, I climbed into his lap whenever we stopped in to see him and my grandma, and I stayed there for much of our visit. Thinking back to those visits, I mostly remember laughing. Grandpa tickled me until I…

Dollhouse Rubble

I’m a terrible housekeeper, but I figure most people would rather have a friend who is a fabulous cook than someone who is an excellent duster or vacuumer or scrub-a-dubber, so it doesn’t bother me much. Here are five things you’ll find randomly scattered all over the dollhouse. Books:  I counted, and there were fourteen books…