I blamed the library for starting my fascination with dollhouses, but I had my dates wrong. This is what must've started it --
You can just barely make out the little battery operated lamps and the fireplace. I had completely forgotten that fireplace. (A quick Google search and I found one just like it on etsy. Someone please tell me that it would be silly to order it, even if I am swooning over the little clock and hurricane lamps and little red and orange plastic flames.)
My grandparents made the house and most of the furniture. The kitchen cabinets were made from lengths of 2x4 with washers glued on for the stove burners and nails for handles. I think there was a staple for the oven door handle. And the refrigerator was orange. Because it was 1974. What other color could it have been?
That furniture gave way to "real" dollhouse furniture when I got a few years older. I really wish I had it now. I have a feeling that they must've followed plans... if I could find the pattern, I'd recreate it.
All of the original furniture is long gone, but the dollhouse currently lives in my sewing room. Which hasn't been this empty since we first moved it up there and I took the picture eight years ago.