Within Close Range: Tiny Terrors

I’d save every penny I could in order to buy tiny furniture and food, pictures and plastic puppies for my very first household: a two-story, six room, pale yellow Colonial with black shutters, rose-filled window boxes and a square footage of about 3.

I’d place my tiny, new items in their tiny, little places, house proud and satisfied, and then move on to other interests. Returning some time later to admire each new addition to my dollhouse collection, I’d regularly find that someone (Jim) had committed tiny house horrors in my brief absence.

One such day still haunts my childhood memories.

As I came around the front facade, having just fake-watered my fake flowers,  the first thing I saw was a pant-less father indelicately on top of mother in the four poster bed upstairs, while in the bathroom, the next room over, the baby was headfirst in the toilet.

In the kitchen just below, I soon discovered grandmother’s old, grey-haired head had been stuck in the oven of the cast iron stove. (Despite the fact that it was a wood burning model, James.)

I can still see the soles of her sensible grandma shoes.

My eyes scanned right to the living room, where I found the little girl of my little world.

Sitting at the piano.

Hands at the keys.

Staring straight ahead.

I shivered, then wondered about the boy.

The only place left was the attic.

I slowly lifted the shingle roof of my little, pale yellow, Colonial house with black shutters and rose-filled windows boxes.

He was no where to be scene.

Then I saw the trunk.

Oh, the humanity.

Author: Anne Celano Frohna

I am a writer, a mother of two girls, Eva (20) and Sophia (18) and wife to one husband, Kurt. I was mostly a professional writer and editor for 30 years for graphic arts and advertising, for publishers of newspapers, magazines, books, etc.,. Now, I have a blog where I post my creative non-fiction, short stories, a couple of illustrated children's stories and a comedy I wrote about two years I spent teaching English in rural Japan (NOT a story for a child.). I’m also working on a new blog about the wonderful, hand-crafted items I've collected over the years at beautyofthrift.com. - which will also connect to the Etsy shop I recently opened called Channeling Nonna. My husband and I both love to cook and to entertain and have welcomed friends and family to our homes for over 20 years. With our eldest off at college, we also began hosting with Airbnb, the perfect (and most natural) way for me to continue to pursue my passion of writing, while at the same time help us pay for current and future college expenses.

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