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NOTES FROM THE DOLLHOUSE - SEASON OF CHANGE


The season is changing.


Autumn has transformed the mesmerizing backdrop of the beautiful town of New Brighton.


The leaves have changed to intense hues of crimson and gold.


The pride of the lion ignites the hearts of the community as they come together in celebration.


Children laugh and dance along the main street in costume, grabbing candy as it bounces off the street.


The band marches proudly.


October is coming to an end.

And the energy of gratitude rushes in.

With the wind and rustling of the leaves,

it is the time to honor our ancestors, as the veil between the worlds thin.


Almost 200 years, the Dollhouse has stood tall.


Many families have come and gone, leaving their impressions here.


We honor those who walked before us.

Those who have grown and flourished here.

We honor those who braved risking their lives

To have an opportunity to live freely here.


We share and pass on the stories of the ancestors, describing tales of their adventures, imagining their characteristics and personalities.


We honor our ancestors.




The Billiards Room invites you in.

The brandy and whiskey are waiting.

The chandelier flickers with the booming sound of jazz music playing loudly in the great room.


Glasses are raised and clanking against one another in celebratory toast.


Cigar in one hand and glass in the other, each guest praised and blessed each other with wishes of prosperity.


The great room is filled with balloons and pumpkins and gourds.


The fire crackles and pops in the fireplace as the evening is bringing a brisk chill.


The guest list is long and each guest is arriving in full costume, their masks hiding their true identities. Some guests are easy to figure out.


Others are not.


In the great room stands a man.

A very tall, slender man.


Who is he?


His red tuxedo and mask catches the attention of everyone.

He does not speak much but his eyes tell an intense story.

A wise man.

A calm man.

His walk is more of a glide as he works the room, being courteous but remaining mysterious.


I am intrigued.


His mask reminds me of enjoying the opera in Paris.


As more guests arrived, I lost sight of this mysterious man.


I searched the entire party.


I searched the courtyard.


Where could he be?


As I sat on my swing in the courtyard,

out from the shadows he appeared.

And together, under the moonlight,

we began to live our dreams.







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