I Know I was Born a Miniaturist Because...
part 3
It seems that the older I get, the more I think about
my childhood. I am one of those people who have vivid memories of
childhood. Most of my memories are very good, and quite a few of them
reveal, that I was born a miniaturist. It is not a hobby I adopted,
like my other hobbies. It is embedded in me somewhere. I have always
had a fascination for anything tiny.
The first thing is Shredded Wheat, not the mini ones
but the old fashioned big ones. Ever since I remember I cannot look
at Shredded Wheat without seeing a lovely little thatched roof cottage.
As a child I used to sit at the table eating the Shredded Wheat while
gazing at the picture on the box, thinking about how I could make
a little house using the cereal for the roof. I could foresee a few
problems in the construction of this house, not the least of which
was trying to wheedle the Shredded Wheat out of my mother. This was
the late 1940's-early 50's, post war England. Some food was still
rationed and the stringent wartime rationing was still fresh in my
mother's mind, not a crumb of food was wasted in our house. Fat chance
I would have at getting two whole Shredded Wheat’s for building a
little cottage.
My little thatched roof Shredded Wheat cottage daydream
pretty much ended right there, like many of my little daydreams, at
the mum roadblock. It is just as well because at that young age had
no idea how to make the rest of the house.

I know how to do it now though, as you can see. I don't have unlimited
spare time, but I figured I could give myself a couple of hours to
make my childhood Shredded Wheat cottage fantasy a reality.
Maybe I have lost my mind, not sure.
Jennifer