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NOTES FROM THE DOLLHOUSE - IN OUR WINDOW

In our bedroom window,

standing tall and fierce,

the owner of the manor

looks out upon the river.


Who is he?


Perhaps, he is William Cannon, the original owner of the grand dollhouse?

Or a guest who visited for a short time? Maybe one of his sons? He had many children.


In our bedroom window,

next to my side of the bed,

he is looking out at 3rd Ave.


Does he see the current traffic driving by?


Or does he see the way life was, when he spent his living moments at the Dollhouse?


Who is he?


Perhaps, he is the mysterious V. Steet?

The second owner that I cannot find any information on.


I do not think so.


Many of us intuitive ones have channeled a very different description of V. Steet, who lived at the Dollhouse during the 1920's.


Could he be George McPherson? George McPherson lived here in the 1930's.

Surely not, as the figure gives the feel of the 1800's.


He is not Roy. Roy, the warrior that lived here many decades ago, makes his presence known daily.


As these walls talk, they tell you endless stories of endless characters. The dollhouse has welcomed so many, since her construction in 1855.


William and Elizabeth Cannon, along with their children and staff, ran a grocery and hardware store on the property in the 1800's.


Before purchasing the dollhouse, I noticed images of figures in the windows of a couple of listing photos. Those figures appeared to be of women. This is the first time, this character revealed himself.


A microburst recently damaged the dollhouse roof and the slate roof needed replaced. As the crew tore off the slate, the energy here amped up.


For four days, a crew of four worked meticulously to repair every inch of every roof on the dollhouse. The chimneys needed repaired and new pitches needed built. Gutters and downspouts needed repaired and rerouted.


The original roof cap is copper so it was important to Mike & I to cover the roof with copper penney metal and have her original roof cap put back on.


For those four days, energy at the dollhouse felt off. I spent those days unable to sleep. I experienced strange dreams that would wake me several times a night. Four days of headaches, mental confusion and frustration had me in a rough hold.


I took this photo when the crew finished the job. Moments before, I looked up at the front of the dollhouse and I asked the dollhouse ancestors if they approved.


I then posted photos of the new roof to social media. Friends noticed the figure in the window and brought it to Mike's attention. The photo pictured is what was discovered after zooming in on the original photo.


I cannot explain how I feel about this in a simple explanation. He is standing in our bedroom! Next to our bed!!


Does he see the grand mansion across the street with the kind man rocking on his chair on the gigantic porch?


Is he listening to the trains?


Are the trains in front of him, or behind him, rolling down 5th ave towards the old station?


Does he see the now?


Or does he see the past?


Did he have a part to play in the Underground Railroad? Did he know of the intricate tunnel system? What town secrets and knowledge did he know?


I am so curious to see through his eyes.


Would he be proud of New Brighton?

Would he be inspired by the present day community?


Would he want to dine at our restaurants and shop our boutiques for gifts for his wife?


Would he find us to be kind, compassionate and living with purpose?


I have endless questions.


I believe him to be William Cannon.

This originally was his manor.


A manifestation of his energy signature was captured in a photo. The dollhouse does not feel scary at all. It feels protected.


I asked him to protect us.


Shortly after this photo was taken, another microburst ripped through town. This time, the dollhouse was not damaged in any way.




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