What a wonderful doll house.When I was little I was in England during WWII and of course we had nothing. We couldn't even have lights due to the blackout. Our house was opened up to house recuperating servicemen and one Christmas one of the American soldiers made me a doll house out of scrap wood and scrounged paint. The furniture was made out of scraps also and my mother made curtains, etc. To this day I remember the generosity of a wounded soldier that made a little girls Christmas one to remember. I never knew his name but I've never forgotten the gift. I couldn't bring it to America with me and had to leave it behind and I remember crying when I gave it to another little girl. I hope she cared for it as much as I did.