When I was a little girl I always wanted a doll house but my parents couldn't afford to buy me one. I suppose it was never that high up on my own priority list, probably when I realized that I wasn't going to be getting it, so I quietly forgot that I ever wanted one. When we went into the Museum for American History there was my doll house, except this was the all time queen of doll houses. The one I remember I coveted all those years ago had one floor and was a tiny little thing. This had four or five floors, plus a basement and an attic area. Would I have loved this old doll house but it would probably have taken up half of my bedroom. My eyes went wide as did many others. I was not alone. There were little girls and big girls, children, mothers and grandmothers with faces lighting up like it was Christmas at the sight of this doll house.
The is "The Bradford Doll House". As I read online: It was donated to the Smithsonian in 1951 after Faith Bradford spent more than a half century building and collecting its furnishings, the house is inhabited by Peter Doll, his wife Rose Washington Doll, and their ten children.
I took a short video and I will start out by apologizing for the roller coaster motion you will find in it. My problem when taking videos is that I move way too fast, but I was conscious of the fact that I was holding up the line of little girls and big girls, children, mothers and grandmothers who wanted to take my place, so that they could get up as close as they could to see this mangificent doll house.