Monday, July 10, 2006

Dollhouses I received

Jill commented that she had a metal dollhouse which she loved to play with. My parents gave me this dollhouse also. I let it go when we moved here five years ago. I still have the furniture Its is a little old fashion for my granddaughter. She had to ask what some of the pieces were.

I also got another dollhouse when I was nine or ten, which meant a lot to me. Our neighborhood gang[not like the ones in the city just kids that hung together] consisted of four boys and three girls. The boys got in a fight two against two. Can't remember what it was about but I took sides. One of the boys walked by my house and I was on the porch and I engaged in some not so nice language back and forth then I took the bow I had[ I was not allowed the arrows they had metal tips] and raced down and hit him. He fought back and pushed me down on the ground Jumping on my legs which were crossed and I heard a crack and I felt the pain. He ran away. I broke my leg, and my parents took me to the hospital and my leg was set and I returned home to the living room couch.
There was pain but you should have heard the screaming and crying I did when the boys mother came to say how sorry she was that I was hurt by her son.

The father and his sister made from a wooden crate a dollhouse for me. It was decorated and had a number of rooms. They also gave me some home made furniture and dolls. That made me want to make my own dollhouse.

This story probably gives you another view of Betty.

17 Comments:

Blogger Mimi said...

My gosh what a way to breal a leg! We all had fights like that as kids. I look back and am so embarrsed at things I said and did!

7:16 PM  
Blogger Lori's Minute said...

How awful to break a leg like that! Now I know where you get your desire to make dollhouses...I think your granddaughter shares your passion since she is not satisfied with one house and needs to have a neighborhood.

Your hobby blends well with Dr. John's train hobby.

Pete and I took the virtual tour of the neenah house, it looks wonderful and I am hoping and praying it all works out. We are going to help Pennie this weekend to put some of her stuff in storage. Let us know if you would like us to come up and do the same for you when the time comes.

6:39 AM  
Blogger Catch said...

I am laughing thinking of you chasing that boy down the street and hitting him...lol..my brothers and I used to get into it and I would fist fight with them just like one of the boys! LoL...those were the days!

10:01 AM  
Blogger Annette Burkett said...

Fortunately I never had a bone broke, but that's why I asked God to let me have girls instead of boys! Did he ever apologize?

10:44 AM  
Blogger Betty said...

Annette: He did apologized, He came with his mother and that is when I put on the crying scene.
I hate to say that girls to not mean no broken bones.Not only did I break my leg but the next year my arm. My daughter broke a number of bones, starting at the age of three she triped over a board in the lot next door which the church owned at the time and were fixing up.

3:14 PM  
Blogger loisontheweb said...

I'm glad that I found your blog here ... nice to read family history & about your lovely family

It breaks my heart to hear you thinking of leaving Crystal Falls & Pigeon Falls.

I, too, have my kids down by Green Bay (& beyond) ... yes, the distance is a problem.

Most of my brothers & sisters are down there, too ... I'M TRYING TO CONVINCE THEM ALL TO MOVE "BACK TO THEIR ROOTS UP HERE IN THE U.P.

I promise to keep the internet door open for you to visit CF by visiting MY blog!

8:04 PM  
Blogger W. J. St. Christopher said...

Oh, Betty, no wonder you weren't allowed to have the arrows! I doubt if that little monster-boy would have been alive to break your leg, otherwise!

What a great story!

3:13 AM  
Blogger Spider Walk said...

Too bad you didn't have just one arrow that day :)

What a childhood memory! It must have hurt like heck to have your leg broken in that mannor.

I used to love doll houses too as a young girl. Now you have me wondering what ever happened to them? Hmmmm....

I also wanted to thank you for the comment on my blog. I love to see new faces!

Huggerzzz...

5:24 AM  
Blogger Gary said...

That's a pretty funny story about the mother. That could be a scene in a movie.

7:38 AM  
Blogger Chana said...

thank you for sharing another view of you. i tell you no matter what angle you share, you are still fun and sweet and will full (a compliment). sorry it caused you so much pain though. the joys of being a child.

hope you are doing well. congrats on the new house. good luck with the work of packing and moving.

9:04 AM  
Blogger QuillDancer said...

I wish I could say my misbehaving was in my childhood, but I am afraid I slung a few verbal arrows just yesterday. Thankfully, it has been a few years since I tried to chase anybody down and hit them.

Betty, I have been following Dr. John's trail from blog to blog for about a week now, and I have never seen or heard anything from you but genuine compassion. Real emppathy can't be faked, so I for one am not surprised to hear that you've thrown a fit or two in your life.

Thanks for visiting my blog. Thanks for offering me your compassion. My own was abviously in short supply yesterday.

9:24 PM  
Blogger Laurie said...

You were quite the butt-kicker back in the day, huh? ;-)

I've always loved dollhouses.. when I visit Frankenmuth I love to browse in the stores with all the miniatures, because it's so amazing to see all the stuff that they have in tiny sizes!

2:39 AM  
Blogger kristi said...

Well at least the kids brought you something for your troubles!!!

I had a doll house at my Nanny and Poppys house but my dad accidentaly stepped on it drunk when I was a kid....I do not think I have fully recovered from it!

7:10 AM  
Blogger Janvangogh said...

The image of crossed legs being jumped on is painful.

I hit my brother in the head with a broom once. Of course I am always reminded of that --- like they never did anything bad.

7:18 AM  
Blogger Bella said...

I love dollhouses. I bought my daughter one and shenever played with it but I played withmine until everything was on the verge of breaking. I remember my dollhouse being HUGE.

4:26 PM  
Blogger Margaret said...

If I had the time I would love to make a dollhouse for Katie. She has just started to show a great interest in her Dollies, large and small.

Ugh breaking a leg. I wasn't that unlucky but the neighborhood boys while trying to kiss me chased me running face first into the baseball dugout wall. I lost my front teeth then. Thank heavens they were my baby teeth!

5:10 PM  
Blogger Nea said...

haha, Betty you sound like you could hold your own when you were small, well up until you got your leg broke.

I had a doll house also. Which was kind of odd since we were so poor. But Mom did buy me one when I was about 8 or 9. It was made my Mattel and it was all metal. I went to find one on ebay, I want mine back.......or one like it. And they are now collectibles and way to expensive to buy, on a whim. I took such good care of mine, I wonder what happened to it.

9:52 PM  

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