Saturday, December 03, 2016

The End of a Dream

It was Christmas 1982 and I was ten years old.  The top items on my list for Santa was an Atari 2600 and a Barbie Dream House.  Anyone who grew up in the 80s knows which Dream House I mean -- the ultimate A-frame house in three sections.



I was probably up at 5am on Christmas morning to find both the Atari and the Dream House under the tree.  It was pure magic and one of the best Christmases for me.  My house wasn't assembled like in the commercial though.  I guess Santa didn't have time.  My Dad and I put it together Christmas Day afternoon and we cleared out a corner in my very messy room for it.  I had to pack up my Barbie Town House, but this was WAY better.

See that big box with the glare?

I think I played with the Dream House every day for the two years it sat in my room. That house was just so amazing with all the furniture and little accessories that came with it.   The fridge had Barbie sized food and milk and a carton of eggs!  I had an entire ongoing Barbie soap opera that my friends and I acted out.  How I loved my Barbies.  Eventually the Dream Pool was added to my collection.  I soon discovered it was a pain to fill up with water and dump out, so we pretended there was water in it.  I'd even spend hours dressing and staging my Barbies for photos!!

Photo shoot!

A few weeks before my twelfth birthday, I decided I was too old for dolls.  I'm not sure why, but I guess I was going into 7th grade and junior high, and it didn't seem like I should still be playing with Barbies.  I sadly packed them up one by one.  My Dad disassembled the Dream House and Dream Pool, and away it all went into the attic.

I won't lie - I missed them.  I thought about my Barbie stuff often and couldn't wait to see it all again. It was sometime in the 90s that my Dad got all my dolls down for me.  I was devastated to find that in the attic heat, some of them had MELTED!!  Melted!!  My favorite doll was Tracy, and she had melted.  My very first purchase on eBay was a replacement!!!



In 2010, Santa delivered the Barbie Dream House to Valerie and Veronica!  I still had most of the original furniture and it was in great shape for being 30 years old.  I was thinking they would be as amazed as I was, but nope. It sat in Valerie's room for a few years, then we moved it to Veronica's room.  Valerie has never been much on playing with dolls.  She liked to dress them up and tie them up -- no joke!  Veronica likes to style their hair and would occasionally play with dolls in the house.  Honestly, neither really got the same thrill out of it like I did.





Veronica decided a few months ago that it was too big and she didn't really play with it, so she wanted to move it out of her room.  The Dream House sat in our dining room for a while until I found storage totes big enough.  The largest pieces of that sucker are 30" tall!

Once again, my treasure was sadly disassembled and tucked away in the attic.  Perhaps future generations will be amazed by it.  Or maybe someday I can have a Barbie themed room and put all of my Barbie stuff on display.


Until we meet again....

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1 comment:

MissMeliss said...

I never had the Dream House, but my mother once made clothes for an entire Barbie wedding party, and I miss those dolls and their custom couture now.

If you do have a Barbie room some day, I will totally come play dolls with you.