My Heritage Dollhouse

This is actually the third house my dad built me. My first was a tin house, I got it when I was 4 or 5. I played with it to death, and my mother began throwing it out (I kept rescuing it) when I was 10. She finally succeeded. At 11, my sister's friend was given an antique dollhouse, roughly 1940s, and I was allowed to play with it. I was enthralled. I had already started building shoe and Kleenex and other box houses. My aunt had made me a box house, but it really could not be played with, just plonked over stuff! My dad then built me a wooden house...which got left behind with my Kleenex houses when we moved. He just didn't bother checking for my houses and said the other house was too big to move. He built me another, and by then I was buying proper minis with my allowance and babysitting monies. That also got left behind in a move. Only I had started to decorate that one. I did keep the furniture. Which lived in a shoebox for many a year until he built me this house I am showing you when I was 18. After 30 yrs and several moves, it was in pretty rough shape. So this summer my friend and I reno'd it. Now I can charge the dolls more rent! Its hard to see from the pictures all the damage time wrought. The grease stains I have no idea about, as the house lived without me the 5 yrs I attended grad school in the US of A....