When one has lots of children...and not much money ..or time..one decorates with what they have. Thus toys.
I will make this short. When I was a child we lived in Portland Oregon. We moved to California after my little brother died. He choked on a peanut. My toys were left in Oregon with a promise they would be brought to me. They never were and a set of little blue and white china was among my dolls, buggy, and other toys. I have looked my whole life for them..I wanted to replace them. Or..replace something... I found these about four years ago in an antique shop..but I left them My husband said "GO back and get them!" I did. I loved him for that! Thank you, Frank.
This isn't just any bear. He is soaked with tears..mine. And he has heard me laugh. He even danced with me once. Yeah..he did!
These are handmade by a friend and are only 8 inches tall. 35 years old now. I always find a place for them.
Tiny tea cart, picnic basket, clay teapot and cup and...wait..someone stole the cheese! I see the mouse..but..where the heck is the cheese?!! My sweet daughter, Mary, gave me these things. The one on the left is Mary.