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WELCOME TO THE DOLLHOUSE

Updated: Jan 27

Welcome to the dollhouse! This incredible estate is alive in spirit with many stories to tell!


The dollhouse sits on a beautiful corner lot on the main street of New Brighton Pa, a lively town with deep roots. New Brighton is a gem. The dollhouse was built not long after the town was established and witnessed almost two hundred years of history. 


Here Is her story


Seeing through these eyes are quite divine. To see and feel memories frozen in time is an incredible experience. 


Not all believe & not all choose to see. If these walls could speak, what would they say? The faint smell of cigars dance through the cracks of the heavy French doors into the grand foyer. 


Imagine the conversations that occurred, while the whiskey poured. The plum colored walls breathing in the smoke, laughter, and at times aggressive conversation. 


The great chief at the door to visit the merchant and his family. Great men of the community walking with purpose down the red brick walkway. All are respectfully greeted at the entryway and met with hugs and handshakes. Even during times of great turmoil and uncertainty, this room brought clarity and focus to the leaders of the community. The fire blazing with intensity as problems were solved and promises were made. 


Heavy boots, mud and ash were the normal. Loud booming voices and laughter kept the children wanting to stay awake, annoying the lady of the estate. Thankfully the hum of the trains always soothed her soul. And she always drifted off to sleep with ease. After all, she was living in the house of her dreams.   


With love, E.C.



 
 
 

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