My 1962 reproduction of the Barbie dream house just arrived today, what a childhood treasure!
When my mother was a youngster she had the original Barbie dream house which wonderfully and temporarily came back on the market through Mattel.
The item was priced at 100.00 which in my opinion is a reasonable amount for a top quality 1962 reproduction that includes a version of the vintage Barbie doll.
Now I actually get to experience a piece of that nostalgia for a collector’s item as I anticipated purchasing me the classic “Barbie Dream House” from the online Mattel website after discovering its availability last year.
When I recently went to finally buy the product from Mattel the item no longer was available luckily I was able to order the 1962 Dream house from Toys R Us online website and it will be arriving to my home within a few days!
I once heard of a double veil a long time ago you and me are old school so to speak. I love your caulbearer site Latoya and i just want to say thank you for staying real and not being afraid to be yourself and speak your mind the world needs more people like you.
In reply to Lana Jenkins.
Thank you, that was very kind and so sweet of you.
Yes, the double veil goes as far back as the seventh sister of a seventh daughter us old souls know about these things especially first-hand.
I enjoy writing on both my blogs when spirit moves me with that natural energy to write automatically. It allows me to use my creativity and talents within the most honest way at the same time connecting with the beauty of the universe, there is actual power in my writing and someone else even noticed it a while back.
They wrote to me and said “There is power in your sentences”. So certain people can see it.
I love my mother’s side of the family people like them don’t come around so often. I am so proud of them, to be related to them, and that I am of them and that they are of me as we all have our own unique identities that also draws within us our connection.
Knowing where you come from is so very important and interesting. And as a person of the caul it has by nature been detrimental that I not interact with certain types of individuals and things as they are not of my specific essence.
All of my good relatives outweigh the very few that I partially grew up with within my home that had resulted from the union of my grandmother (Catherine) and grandfather (Willie Sr).
My mother’s mother Catherine came from an extremely large family that originated in Virginia. They were very tight and close-knit just the way a real family should be they were good people and would always keep in contact with her when she moved to New York. I remember how they would regularly call her on the phone.
Some of her relatives eventually moved up from Virginia to all places such as parts of New Jersey and other states and boroughs of New York as well.
When My mother was a little girl her and her siblings would go down south and visit their grandmother and grandfather (Catherine’s parents) on the farm that they owned and where they would produce and sell their very own goods/products. My mother had two aunts and four uncles altogether and all members of the family cooperated and played a significant part in making the family business a success.
My great grandmother (Catherine’s mother) use to make homemade soaps and foods and etc…I have other relatives that owned their own funeral home that was still doing business in the 1980’s I don’t know if some of them expanded or still have the same business running currently.
On the farm our family had lots of animals including dogs. They had cows that my mother would milk, horses, mules, pigs, chickens-one of the mules had kicked my young uncle in the head once.
My mother had a lot of fun down there and was shown and given much love just as she did with me. I always had love and security around me that contribute to the strong person that I am today my real family from Virginia all stuck together and there were and still are many of us.
Even though many have passed on they are definitely not forgotten and their being deceased makes them no less of relevant to me as opposed to those that are actually living. They continue to be here with me in spirit and one would be a fool to fuck with me with all of the ancestors that I have lingering around loving and protecting me and my loved ones.
As I have communicated with them and gotten to also know them on another level “home is truly where the heart is” and no one can break that bond. Our love is a house homed by our energy.
One day as time went by Catherine just didn’t have time for her family anymore as she was more preoccupied with hanging out with the neighborhood trash within the area we weren’t even suppose to be living in that area she was originally set to move into a corner two family home over in another part of queens. She didn’t want to know her family again until she got ill from having a stroke back in the early 1980’s.
How could she forget where she came from to go down to the lowest forms of disgust?
I could and would never be so inauthentic and disloyal to my nature to be turned around when tested by negativity.
Nevertheless, here and there runts do run through our family trees that is why it is so important to not intermix genetically with certain lines of individuals even though what may have been done before our time we to certain extents have no control over.
I found a census that dates back to 1940 recorded of eighty members of my family, there are so many more of them not listed, however, a cousin of mine that is on the list acknowledged how my grandparents had another house other than the one that my mother and her siblings use to visit a bigger and beautiful home that they shared when she’d visit. Wow, I just can’t get over how much family we have and my mother remembers a lot of them I even remember some!
When I tidy up from time to time I come across things as we usually do when we clean and/or make room for other things and to also throw out things that we no longer have use for. While in the midst I came across a lot of my old pay stubs and realized that I’ve worked a lot of jobs between retail and within the health care field. I even came across an old report card from when I was a youngster marked with A grades and few B ones along with some certificates for achievement.
I am so proud of all of the accomplishments that I have made through out the years.
Two weeks ago a client at one of my jobs called up the private company that I work for acknowledging to my superiors that I was giving exceptional service and that she wanted me working more frequent days and I had accepted the offer when the company phoned me up with the news. This client also told me that I was too smart to be working the job, and I always get this same remark from people, “Why are you here, you’re too smart to be at this job whether it is in retail and the such.
Without going into certain details I expressed to the lady that phoned up my job about the jealousy from others and how within the past up until now how many had tried to interfere with my life yet I still succeeded but that how when I was a child I had the opportunity to be published by a mainstream publisher but that I mistakenly refused the offer due to my anger at what was going on in life at the time and at the trouble it would have caused during that time from a few envious/ jealous disturbed family members and outsiders that were working with them and etc… but that writing was my nature and where my heart truly was.
“Well no one can stand in your way now”, she told me. And she is correct.
She took down my full name and number wanting to keep in contact with me stating, “I want your full name because I know that you’re going to be a writer, well you are a writer”.
I told her, “I know what you mean, recognition”.
“Exactly”, she said I can tell and hear it in your voice that you’re a writer”. She has no doubt that I’ll eventually make it even further and neither do I!
No matter how many people have tried to hold me back through out my life I have managed to become very successful regardless in all of the things that I had set out to do. When anyone tries to stop me it just makes me hate them even more and makes me more determined to get what I want.
I remember when this guy by the name of George Owens (who always thought he was the smartest thing in the world and that he knew everything but was nothing but a dumb ignorant undesirable fuck who didn’t know what he was talking about who’d constantly gossip about everyone then go smile in their face) said “She can’t even do this”, talking about me doing the annual account for my mother who was conservator over my grandmother’s affairs years ago as my mother would ask him to do it once a year (he didn’t even know me personally or well enough to know what my capabilities were but I knew him as I could read him like a book and knew that one day he would get his and he sure has gotten his! I won’t mention what it is though as I have already discreetly mentioned it in a post last year).
And I thought that was interesting since the lawyer over my mother and another professional woman had stated that he didn’t know what he was doing as he kept getting it wrong every year. The annual account didn’t start getting done accurately until I became the one to complete it from then on and it was documented, we didn’t need him. The stupid ass George Owens even got arrested for tax evasion (http://queensda.org/Press%20Releases/2001%20Press%20Releases/03-March/03-21-2001.htm) he goes by a muslim name now. I’ve always filed and done my taxes completely on my own without the help of anyone every year. I’ll tell you, jealousy is a bitch.
As good people no matter what the circumstances we are the ones to come out on top when we are strong.
I don’t understand why people tried me within the first place and thought that they would get away with it. I was born under the zodiacal sign Taurus and one can’t mess with the bull without getting murdered or seriously injured.
There is a man that periodically comes into the store where I work at and he prefers that the boxes of his merchandise be within perfect condition as he is a avid collector of a specific toy item.
There are many of us that have a fancy for certain things whether we plan on retaining them for their value later on in life or just for a personal delight and pastime or both.
Whenever I collected items like my Archie comic books-that I still order till this day-it was never with the intent to ever gain any money from them but to always have to keep and to enjoy reading whenever I felt in the mood to.
When I use to work at JC Penney department store out in Garden City at the Roosevelt field mall about ten or eleven years ago and I use to off an on run to KB toy store and Toys r Us on my meal-break before I’d eat at my favorite restaurants I had purchased over fifty brand new Barbie dolls.
Currently I own well over a hundred of them including the ones that I like from the “Fashionista” selection.
Some of my lovely Barbies that I’ve collected still remain unopened within their boxes until I move into my new and bigger home in the near future where I will make a special gorgeous room to display them all in.
I haven’t bought any dolls lately it’s been two months I think now since I haven’t found any in particular that have caught my eye it is one of such of my fabulous hobbies that I enjoy though.
Two of the biggest loves of my youth-Puppies/Dogs and Barbie are still the loves that I share to this very today.
My very first full breed German Shepherd puppy that was named “Brownie” that I didn’t have for very long didn’t touch any of my toys but my second baby “Brandie” my beautiful mixed Shepherd/Collie breed that was seven to eight weeks old at the time tore up all of my Barbies and bit up the wire to my Atari set and certain other toys as little puppies often love to chew on things, the little sneak had waited until I went to sleep before she went to town on my playthings, nevertheless, I loved my puppy madly!
I was at the age of ten at the time and she had come to sit and visit with my grandmother when she acknowledged this revelation to me as we sat next to one another on the couch.
I didn’t say anything in return as I listened and took the message in then relayed the information back to my mother when she had arrived home later in the day.
The news wasn’t anything that was foreign or that my mother hadn’t already known within her own knowledge and intuition as to the negative emotions of certain others especially of those who’d gossip and/or spread false rumor just to let out their apparent insecurities and resentments to be openly identified by those who could thoroughly analyze and recognize them.
The lady’s communication was just a confirmation to a validation.
So pathetic how the jealousy and envy had followed us for decades up until now with circumstance rubbing their noses into the fact that my mother was a more competent parent within intelligence and capability and that their children were incapable of ever measuring up to the caliber of what I have and am able to further achieve within faculty and accomplishment.