My father was a very talented and creative man, in so many aspects. Though by profession he was an engine engineer, holding a doctorate title at the University Munich, in his spare time one of his many passions was wood working.
For Christmas he had built this toy shop for us, everything made of wood, fabric and all kind of natural material. The shelves were filled with peas, beans, marzipan potatoes, sweets, tiny paper bags and all kinds of goodies. It was even equipped with a miniature scale and a cash register, a little bell to ring for arriving customers, a tiny wooden pen and little receipts to finish off the shopping. Only once a year we had this bash of joy to play with it, before Christmas eve it was pulled out of the boxes which were stored in the attic, it would be carefully undusted and refilled with Love and goodies.
Here are my brothers and me, at our store..
Needless to say that he took this picture, as he was a very talented amateur photographer, he even had installed a little dark room down in the cellar. I still remember this exotic smell of developer and fixer……back in the days….
What fond memories I will cherish for ever….