I found this picture entitled Cast Aside in the Summer Rain. It is such an intriguing image. I think there could be a story behind this picture. What do you think?
posted by missmellifluous at 11:00 am
Tuesday, October 10
I found this picture entitled Cast Aside in the Summer Rain. It is such an intriguing image. I think there could be a story behind this picture. What do you think?
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4 Comments:
Strangely sad, isn't it? I do think there's a story - and not a happy one - in that. Of course, someone could have just been putting a dollhouse kit together and gotten very fed up, too.
I think it was a discarded architect's model but I like to think it was a house that was painstakingly made by some benevolent grandfather for a little grandaughter he adored. She then played with it for years and years, enacting out all kinds of fairy tales. Until one day, she became too big to play with the doll's house any more.
I think she probably forgot about it for a while and got on with being busy. She became selfish and forgot about her family, neglected her grandfather and occupied herself with making money.
Then her grandfather passed away. Grieved by her lack of attention given to him at the end of his life she missed him greatly and pulled out the doll's house again. Being the only grandchild the grandfather left all he owned to her. Amongst his estate was a real house in a picturesque country setting. The house was far away and although touched by the great gift, the grandaughter wanted to sell the house to maintain her city lifestyle.
She made some calls to the estate agents in the county and they said she would have to come out to see the house and sign the papers and bring the required documentation.
Somewhat annoyed at the inconvinence, the grandaughter packed a few possessions and went to visit this house she had never seen. When she got there the house was an exact replica of her small doll's house. Of course she loved it instantly. Decided not to sell and moved into the house her grandfather had had built many years ago.
When moving she discarded the small doll's house knowing she held all the memories of it in her heart. She left it in a wheelbarrow at the side of the road and went to live in the beautiful house left her by her grandfather.
What the grandaughter never knew was that a little girl, a poor girl without many toys, passed this wheelbarrow on the way home from school. She loved the doll's house instantly. She took it home and put it together with her father and brother. The little house remained in her possession for a very long time and was give a beautiful place to sit even when the young girl was too old to play with it.
That's a great story, Miss M! If you first viewed this picture online, then I believe this story belies the thesis in your next post after this! Your energy was not sapped, you were stimulated!
For myself,looking at the picture, I was struck by the unceremonious way it was broken up and tossed into the trash can. It reminded me of how sad I have been every time my kitty, George, has broken something that was special to me and what an wrench it is to put a much beloved object into the trash as its final resting place.
The thing is this: objects that are precious to me always involve a memory, usually of a person I love or a place I have lived. My house is full of such treasures, hiding in plain sight, for only I know what makes them so. But if I should ever have to throw away a beautiful, broken teapot that was given to me by my husband's grandmother (and I have, thanks to George) I always wrap it up in paper and at least give it a decent "burial."
Oh, I got carried away and forgot to say that I agree with you. I think this was a discarded model and that no child ever played with it.
At least thinking that makes me feel better.
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