My father built me a wonderful doll's house. It was a model of our own house with copies of all our furniture. It was quite big so when we moved it was chopped up because there was no room for it. Such a shame because it would have been a lovely historical record now. A typical 1930s house with a mixture of pre war and 50s furniture.
Soops place of refuge and friends
have you ever been mistaken for a race/ethnicity/ancestry that you are not?
America, three headlines today, help me please to understand!
