Maybe it was 1951, no matter. It was long ago that I got this dollhouse for Christmas. It is one of very few treasures that remain, most having been played with by many children other than myself. My mother did not believe in putting toys away, she believed that other children should continue to enjoy them.
This dollhouse persisted because it was made of lithographed metal and was kept inside. The plastic furniture disappeared long ago, broken. When I saw the more modern dollhouse of the 1960-1970's era on Susan's blog, Between Naps on the Porch, I thought of my dollhouse, in the storage building with boxes of Christmas ornaments and decors. It is dusty, but still brightly colored.