I was always glad for the approach of fall, when it was time to return to school, whether I was the student or the teacher. I loved the smell of newly cleaned classrooms and a just-opened box of chalk and the feel of new books and polished furniture.
I no longer taught in a regular school, but once unbearably hot weather and summer vacations were over, my crafts classes at the Mary Todd Home and my weekly tutoring went into full swing. In a week, I’d meet a new GED student to replace Lourdes. I knew she’d need me less and less.
And who didn’t long for the rash of holidays just around the corner, ripe for festive miniature scenes, with witches, turkeys, and Santas galore.
Ken used to say that, like most East Coasters who relocated to California, I missed the idea of seasons, not the seasons themselves. But he’d been thinking of endless chores like raking leaves and shoveling snow. (I managed to romanticize even scraping ice from windshields.)
This Labor Day brought the usual gathering to my home for a traditional barbecue, with the welcome additions of Nick, Henry, and Taylor. Richard and Mary Lou would be driving home from Tahoe and stop here first. The downside was that they’d take Maddie home to Palo Alto at the end of the day.
The highlight of the afternoon was to be the unveiling of Maddie’s technology camp project.
Maddie was beside herself with excitement, spending a great deal of energy for days before, polishing her work and preparing her presentation. She wanted us to gather around the computer in her room to watch the game she’d designed.
At ten in the morning, Maddie made an announcement to me.
“I’m going to clean my room,” she said.
I liked the game already.
“Can I help? I could vacuum for you,” I offered.
She shook her head. “I’m afraid you’ll find my DVD and play the game without me.”
“You have no respect,” I said, going for the tickle area.
Maddie came out several times in the next hour, with requests I’d never heard cross her lips: “Do you have any dust cloths?” “Can I serve refreshments in my room?” “Do you have a bigger sponge?” and, finally, “I need a big trash bag, Grandma.”
“Do I get a preview of the game?” I asked. “Everyone will be here pretty soon.”
“No previews. I want you to be surprised, too.” Frankly, I thought I’d had enough surprises lately.
With everyone milling around my house, the most recent crime scene in town, there was bound to be some talk of Cheryl, who was awaiting trial for the murder of David Bridges.
Linda had been following every word in the press, with its daily revelations about the marriage of society couple, Walter and Cheryl Mellace, and the business dealings of Mellace Construction. She summed it up for us. “Cheryl expected a moment of romantic exhilaration in Joshua Speed Woods, where she would give herself to David again after all those years.” She released her hands from their position in front of her bosom and opened her arms. “But David couldn’t give up the sweet deal he had going with Walter, who had company on the side himself. If only Cheryl hadn’t wanted more than a marriage held together by their status in the community and their children! Poor David”-now Linda raised her hands over her head, as if they held a trophy-“that was the end of David. It’s the stuff of Hollywood.”
I thought I heard a few groans and an “Amen.”
After lunch, we all crammed into Maddie’s bedroom, as clean and sweet smelling as it was when I’d prepared it for her a month ago, but hadn’t been since. I couldn’t figure out where she’d put all her worldly goods. Her desk had only the computer on it; her two night tables held pitchers of Linda’s ice tea and lemonade mix and plates of cookies I recognized as Beverly’s chocolate chip.
Maddie dimmed the lights and a hush fell over us. She clicked on an icon on the desktop of her computer.
We heard the music first. The theme from The Pink Panther. Soon, a title sequence appeared on the screen, in rainbow colors. A Good Team, it read, while small graphical images floated by. I saw a piece of rope, a silver candle-stick, a small revolver, a knife, a wrench, and a section of lead pipe.
“I get it,” Linda said. “The weapons from Clue.”
“Shhh” came from many sources in the room, especially Richard and Mary Lou.
Next up was a room that looked familiar. My atrium? Not a photograph but a pieced-together room, almost like a comic book, but more realistic, with all the elements of my atrium-planter beds, ferns, blooming plants. Was that even the same chair-and-table set? It certainly was the identical floor plan of walls, glass doors, and a patchwork slate floor.
On the screen, a man entered from one of the patio doors. A whoop erupted when we saw that the head of the man was Skip’s, from a photograph. The head and body were only loosely connected, but there was a large, unmistakable LPPD detective shield in the center of the man’s chest, and a magnifying glass in his cartoonlike hand.
The rest was no surprise.
Out I came from the left patio doors, and out came Maddie from the right, both also holding magnifying glasses.
The three of us walked around the patio, inspecting leaves, grass, and furniture, bending now and then to get a closer look. After a while, the Maddie character found a piece of paper in the bushes and held it up. The screen went blank except for the image of a treasure map, followed by another dark screen with the word Aha! How fitting, I thought, an updated version of silent movie placards.
After another minute or so of action in the atrium, with more “evidence” being turned up, we heard the voice of the real Maddie coming from the Maddie on the screen. I could see that I needed a whole new vocabulary if I was to participate fully in the twenty-first century.
“I used an object-oriented program to create my video game,” the screen Maddie said. “Choosing predefined motions, I was able to model the actions of avatars of three detectives-a man, a woman, and a teenager.”
“A teenager?” Mary Lou interrupted.
“It’s fiction,” Maddie, the preteen, said.
“What’s with the detective work? Is there something going on that I should know about?” Richard asked.
“Shhh,” Skip said, but the narration was over anyway.
The presentation ended with a bow from all of the players, and a roll of credits: written and produced by Madison Porter. The Pink Panther had played throughout the game, at various levels of volume.
In the dim light I looked over at Richard and Mary Lou. I didn’t even try to hide my tears. Maddie’s production had taken less than ten minutes to watch, but we couldn’t have been prouder if it were an Oscar-winning feature film.
Maddie switched the lights on and smiled at her audience. “If anyone has any questions, I’d be happy to answer them to the best of my ability.”
In fact, there were questions from the more technically literate of the group, and there were more viewings of the video. I’d have to wait to watch it again when my vision cleared.
I moved one room closer to Maddie, as Richard and Mary Lou took my bedroom for the night. They’d decided they’d done enough driving for one day. Fine by me.
I went in to say good night to the family star.
“I’m so proud of you,” I said, in case she hadn’t heard me the first few dozen times.
She looked at me with sleepy eyes. “We do make a good team, don’t we, Grandma?”
“The best.”
“Remember the coin I threw in the Ghirardelli fountain?” she asked me.
“Of course.”
“I wished you and Mr. Baker could be BFF.”
I smiled. “You’ll be the first to know.”
Before I turned in, I went to the crafts table that held my Christmas scene. I took two Christmas stockings and sketched out names that I would embroider on them later. One would say Taylor, and the other, Henry.
It was a tiny addition, but held the promise of something big.
Gerry’s Miniature Tips
BATH
ROOM PLUNGER
Make a bathroom plunger of any size for your dollhouse or room box.
Materials:
1. Suction cups of the scale you’re working in. These are available in hardware or office supply stores, and often in the household section of a grocery store. Usually they’re made of vinyl or rubber and often are attached to a hook or another storage or hanging mechanism.
2. A rod or pole of the appropriate scale. This can be of wood, such as a barbecue skewer or a long toothpick, or plastic, such as a straw or other stick-shaped part. Remember it doesn’t really have to be strong, the way a real plunger does!
3. Acrylic paint of your choice.
Directions:
1. Remove extraneous wire or hooks from the suction cup.
2. Make a hole in the top of the cup, big enough to hold the rod (handle) you’ve chosen.
3. Paint the cup inside and out. Black or deep pink are the most likely to give a realistic effect. Let dry.
4. Insert the rod into the hole at the top of the cup.
5. Place the assembly in a convenient place in your miniature bathroom, and never have to call a plumber again!
CRACKER CRUMBS
Add realism to your dollhouse or room box kitchen with crumbs from crackers, bread, or cookies, a sure sign that someone lives there!
Materials:
Soft clay or crafter’s dough or clay
Fine grater or crafts knife
Needle
Steps for cracker crumbs:
1. Fashion crackers from the appropriate color dough, either white or yellowish. Or paint the dough the color you desire. Make small, flat circle shapes, or small square shapes, or a variety for your counter. Use a needle to make holes or lines before the dough sets, depending on the kind of cracker you’ve chosen. Hint: choose a color for the crackers that will show up on the counter you’ll be placing them on.
2. After the dough/crackers are completely hardened (the method will depend on the kind of clay you’ve chosen), use your finest (real-life) grater to shave the edge of one cracker until it is completely in “crumbs.” If the crumbs are too big, cut with a crafts knife. Hint: wear gloves to protect your fingers while grating the tiny crackers.
3. Arrange several crackers, plus the crumbs from the one cracker you used to make them, on a counter in a haphazard manner, to look as though someone didn’t clean up after himself!
You can also do this for breadcrumbs or cookie crumbs, just by changing the colors and shapes of the dough.
ACCESSORIES FOR A BOY’S ROOM
A teen’s room is full of odds and ends that can be replicated simply. Here are some ideas for things you might find in a boy’s room.
1. Make a winter cap by cutting the tip from a finger on an old pair of woolen gloves. Turn up the brim and toss on the floor!
2. While a baseball mitt is hard to make, a bat is not. Fashion one from modeling clay of an appropriate color and lean against the closet door.
3. Make a jigsaw puzzle: glue a picture to a piece of thin cardboard. Cut the picture into puzzle shaped pieces and place in a small box, or lay the pieces haphazardly on a slightly larger piece of cardboard. If you have a second copy of the picture, glue it to the cover of the box.
4. For a small boy, make a kite using balsa wood for the frame and colorful tissue paper for the covering.
5. Look for party favors such as small wagons or gum-ball machines and place in the room. Check for toys also in the cake-decorating department.
6. Make a dartboard for the door using cork scraps and a Magic Marker. You can also use cork scraps to make a bulletin board for the wall. Add tiny notes, photos, and ticket stubs.
7. Don’t forget to add food snuck into the room late at night! Cut tiny candy wrappers or potato chip bags from ads in the newspaper and glue onto foam board or wrap around wads of tissue.
Camille Minichino
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