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Barbie doesn't live here anymore


Good Old Days

© Deborah Turner

I miss the days when I could just look around the corner and see that big pink three story townhouse. There was always a party going on there, and the laughter would echo throughout my whole home. I can still remember the girls giggling and talking about everything from their new cars, new clothes, and new shoes, to how they were going to be rich and famous one day. Sometimes they would make plans to travel the world, and at other times they were planning their careers. One of the girls was going to be an Oceanographer, the other a Veterinarian, and the youngest a Dentist. Quietly, I would just smile as I could not help but eavesdrop on their endless conversations.


Noisy Neighbors

For years those noisy neighbors invaded my home leaving a mess behind when they were finished, but I really never minded. There was usually a trail of tiny little shoes, clothes, pets, accessories, and doll furniture left behind. After a long day of play my little Oceanographer, Veterinarian, and Dentist would nod off to sleep leaving me behind to pick up the shoes, straighten up the townhouse, and park the cars. If I must confess there was more than one occasion that I vacuumed up a shoe or two, rather than bending down to pick them up. After all, there are only so many tiny little shoes that one can pick up in a day; surely they were never missed.

In those days all of these beautiful townhouse residents managed to live happily together. I can still remember vividly Mermaid Barbie, Totally Hair Barbie, Teacher Barbie, Holiday Barbie, Doctor Barbie, and Karaoke Barbie, living together contently in one pink three story townhouse down the hall in Missy’s bedroom. There was even enough room for more friends like Belle, Ariel, Jasmine, Pocahontas, several princesses, Sabrina the teenage witch, and even the 90210 gang. Oh don’t get me wrong, they most certainly had their share of squabbles. Every once in a while one or two of them would be banished to the box under Missy’s bed, however for the most part all of the girls got along. Each character brought her own unique charm and chemistry to the little pink house that seemed more like a meeting place of the United Nations.


Boy oh boys

The boys were there also! After all, when you have a house full of glamorous girls there are bound to be boys around. Ken was always there in various versions to say the least. We had shaving Ken, complete with his own razor and mirror. Malibu Ken with dark skin and halogen teeth. Hollywood Ken with perfect hair, Camping Ken in Bermuda shorts, and a sprinkle of other male characters and princes. Aladdin was there, Prince Eric, New kids on the Block, even a Beast or two had also been known to visit. There was never a dull moment in this neighborhood. Even the Ninja Turtles came by in their Turtle Van, no doubt to be run off by bearded Ken and the Beast. I miss that little pink house and all of its company over the years. Those were the days I always knew that I could find my girls just around the corner in Missy’s room playing Barbie.


Where have they gone?

Barbie doesn’t live here anymore. That happy little pink townhouse is long gone falling victim to either the yard sale before the big move, or the donation bin with other toys. Along with the house went the trail of tiny little shoes, clothes, pets, accessories, and doll furniture. Mermaid Barbie, Totally Hair Barbie, various Ken dolls, some Princes, and even a Beast or two now live in a box under Melissa’s bed. Belle, Ariel, Jasmine, Pocahontas, Sabrina the teenage witch, and even the 90210 gang are now safely tucked away. The doll furniture is now stored in a box on the closet shelf next to the collection of Alf dolls, and the good old Ninja Turtles. They are all waiting patiently for a whole new generation of excited little girls to make new travel plans, new friends, and new careers choices for them. Where has the time gone?

Time has wings

My little Oceanographer is now a mystery and somewhat of a stranger, still uncertain of what she would like to make out of her life. My Veterinarian changed her college major three times, and has ultimately decided to become a nurse to take care of animals of the human kind. The youngest of the bunch is now attending college to become a Dental Hygienist. Their days of playing Barbie are long gone, just a happy childhood memory that still brings a smile to their faces, as well as mine. Barbie always had her own special way of bringing us all together.

These days my girls are seldom in the same place at the same time. When they are it seems like there are more squabbles than fun times. Fate made them sisters, and for now fate has each one of them going off in her own direction. Sisters make them friends forever, even if they don’t realize that right now. Barbie will forever be a special part of their childhood. A time when they giggled, made plans together, and talked about everything from new shoes to traveling the world. Someday I imagine that they will pass Barbie on to their own children, I can only hope that she does not have blue hair, tattoos, and a pierced face by then.

The boys are still around. After all, when you have three beautiful girls in the house there are bound to be boys. It has been a pretty scary ride. Aladdin and Prince Charming made way for the boys in the hood who text my oceanographer constantly, and drive by the house at three in the morning. Shaving Ken and Alf made way for somewhat of a wolf man type character with piercings in his lip, and gauged earlobes. The Ninja Turtles were pushed aside to make way for a wannabe cowboy. I have also opened the door to an enlisted man, a bum, a few scrubs and the usual player or two. They just don’t make Princes like they used to.

There is some hope and a light at the end of the tunnel. We have seen a glimpse of a Knight in shining armor; a sort of Polish Prince, one can only hope anyway. We have also grown quite attached to a Gentle Iron Giant type, who came to the rescue of my stranded nursing student. Lastly there is also a quiet sort of Prince Eric type who surely tries to make all of Melissa’s wishes come true. At last, finally some good prospects.

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Happy ever-after

If only life could still be as simple as it was in the Barbie dream house. Heroes and villains were clear cut, and the Princess always found her Prince. They believed that they could become anything that they wanted to become. Unfortunately as adults they have learned that the lines between hero and villain can be a bit blurry, and that not all handsome men are princes. Every mother wishes for that fairytale happily ever after for her daughter. I hope and pray that my girls will all find their own one true love. So be on the lookout for a few good men. They must have the heart of a prince and love my daughters at least as much as I do. Only time will tell.


Deborah Turner (author) from Surprise Arizona on May 09, 2012:

Dear Tactfullyrude,

You are so funny. You must have boys, my girls were never much into Lego's. I must say that those darned Barbie shoes are killers though. I stepped on so many I invented a few words myself. I roam barefoot now but those stupid doggie chews are worse than almost any toy I stepped on. Moral of the story ... I guess I'll always have to wear shoes! Thanks for the comments and the vote! Have a great rest of the week!

Tactfullyrude from Idaho on May 09, 2012:

As sad as it is that my children are growing up? I must admit that the thought of one day roaming freely barefoot thru my house without the fear of Lego's is AMAZING to me...I honestly believe the pain of when you step on a Lego barefoot is comparable to childbirth. Every time I do it, I invent a new swear word it's so painful.....Here was my word earlier today; "FRIGGLE-FRACKIN-FRIGGITY-FRACK"....I have no clue what it means...Another great hub! Up you go!!

Deborah Turner (author) from Surprise Arizona on April 30, 2012:

Dear Gail,

That is just wonderful! I am so happy to know that she is still around. I can't wait until she comes back to my house perhaps with my future grandchildren. Thanks for stopping in and reminding me that I still have some fun to look forward to. :)

GDiBiase from Portland, ME on April 30, 2012:

Hi Deb,

oh my gosh! I know Barbie! Its was a bit disheartening for me when Barbie left the neighborhood. Now my youngest step girl and my granddaughter bring Babs for a visit from time to time. Its always good to see her. She hasn't changed a bit. Still driving around in that pink sports car. I do not see Barbie ever growing up. Awesome Hub!

Deborah Turner (author) from Surprise Arizona on April 27, 2012:

Dear Talullah,

Thank you for stopping by. I am glad that you enjoyed it. Let me say I love your name .. my mom used to call me Talullah for a nick name as a child. I would love to see France someday. I hope to see you again in this small world that we live in. :)

Talullah from SW France on April 26, 2012:

I thoroughly enjoyed this great hub. Lovely writing! Voted up!

Deborah Turner (author) from Surprise Arizona on March 05, 2012:

Thank you so much! I appreciate the wonderful memories as well, and I look forward to the many more ahead. I appreciate your kind words, and for taking the time to stop by. Have a wonderful week! P.S. I still have my own Barbie dolls and Dawn doll too.

poowool5 from here in my house on March 05, 2012:

Great hub. Great memories. It is always a bitter-sweet thing to hold onto your children's toys. Don't every throw it will have a second lease of life with grandchildren, and bring more wonderful memories! My mother-in-law kept so much from my husband's childhood, and my three boys got a real kick of playing with their dad's and uncles' GI Joes and associated gear. Good luck to your girls in the real world!

Deborah Turner (author) from Surprise Arizona on March 03, 2012:

Thanks so much! Sometimes fantasy is more fun.

Aurelio Locsin from Orange County, CA on March 03, 2012:

A nice remembrance of a fantasy toy. That townhouse looked incredible. Voting this Up and Interesting.

Deborah Turner (author) from Surprise Arizona on February 27, 2012:

Thank you very much! I look forward to the day my girls will all be “friends” again. They are all moving on in different directions and it can be a little sad sometimes. I hope Barbie doesn’t change too much, and we can all enjoy her again when our kids have kids.

Deborah Turner (author) from Surprise Arizona on February 27, 2012:

I love the memories. I can still remember playing with my sisters Barbie’s when she was not home. I was so very careful to try to put them back just the way I found them. I think you need to make the trip to your father’s attic. My sister’s doll had 3 wigs, blonde, brunette and red. I still have my Barbie. In my day one Barbie was all you had; my kids have about a hundred all under Missy’s bed. Thanks for the memory. Loved it!

Mary Craig from New York on February 27, 2012:

I enjoyed this trip down memory lane. Puts me in mind of Toy Story as well as my own children and their endless hours of Barbie play. They start out friends, fight for a while, then end up friends again. As for the "boys" in their life, only time will tell. I voted this up and interesting.

dkm27 from Chicago on February 27, 2012:

My 90 year old father says my Barbie is in his attic. The white case that holds her clothes and shoes is up there too. She had the Bubble Cut. She was gorgeous. We would play with Barbies on the front porch. Oh my, we would play for hours. My little sister had Barbie's little sister Skipper. She cut all her hair off.

Deborah Turner (author) from Surprise Arizona on February 27, 2012:

Thank you. Very thought provoking, I was simply lamenting on how much life was easier when the kids were little. I really enjoyed looking at life through the eyes of my children, even though it was just for a little while. Their innocents and happiness made dealing with my real life struggles so much more worth it.

ALUR from USA on February 26, 2012:

I like the theme and the analogy of Barbie house. But the plastic dreams of a false utopia in the first place is what makes it difficult to deal with the world and the not so perfect struggles.

Thanks. Feel free to check out my hubs.

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