My Father and the Dollhouse
One of my favorite gifts that I received at
Christmastime as a child was a handcrafted, mustard-yellow dollhouse with
brown trim, made by my father when I
was 9 years old. It had a blue master
bedroom upstairs with a mixed green and y ellow bathroom across
Downstairs was a simple living room area with a cream-colored paint job and dark brown carpet, and the kitchen area was
adjacent with orange accents. In the middle of the dollhouse was
a central staircase complete with a miniature grandfather clock.
All rooms were carpeted with different textures, and most of
them had a unique 70s print wallpaper design. I look at the colors
today and nearly cringe at the designs, particularly all the swirls
and curly cues, but I remember the many hours I would spend
arranging furniture and playing out various home-life scenarios. I
think the deepest memory is how special that dollhouse was to me
because my dad had taken the time out of his busy pastor’s
schedule to cut, build, and design a small home that he knew I
He invested his time and energy in it and handcrafted it out of
his love for me.
I grew out of that little-girl phase in a year or two and, to this
day, I have often wondered what happened to that special home.
Most likely, we passed it on to someone who could get better use
out of it. However, if I had known that my father was going to pass
away at Christmastime only a few years from then, I would have
kept my handcrafted home as a fond reminder of the kind of
person my dad was.
He was always thinking of others. He was very compassion ate,
sensitive, and attentive to details. He was a God-fearing man.
Each Christmas since then, I am reminded of how our time
together with others is so very precious, and I often reflect on
many missed loved ones. Each moment that we share with our
family is handcrafted by our Creator out of His love for us.
Treasure each one!