German Rooms and Dolls

I just watched an old Twilight Zone where Robert Duvall was a crazy fellow who was in love with a dollhouse doll that he would visit at a museum. She would come to life and he would watch her but couldn't communicate with her. His character was a Boo Radley type in training and didn't really fit in with the rest of society, inability to interact with women, misunderstood, alienated, etc. Finally, he ends up as a tiny figure in the dollhouse himself, siting and looking through a stereoscope with his little woman. He's finally happy. You have to love the Twilight Zone.

This is one half of the long roombox I bought off ebay over the summer. It has a bedroom on one side and a sitting room on the other. I love all the little details. It came with the furniture. I bought the doll at the fleamarket last week for 10 dollars. I had to restring her arms (I did a rather bad job, I must say, but I don't think she'll be using them much so they should stay in place. I did not have the necessary elastic stringing stuff and used thread, a very sorry substitute.) Her clothes were also falling off so I had to sew those back on. She is, of course, an imposter as she is not German, but American, I think. A rich tourist, staying with friends.

Here are my German dolls. My kimonoed lady has on a cheap synthetic wig that will have to do until I get a mohair version. That is my father's rocking chair that he had as a child. I found it under our house and it was missing a rocker and part of the seat. I had it repaired when I lived in NY state many years ago.