The kitchen goods, on thinking back, were given by Grandma Rolf. Our house was small and toys we weren’t playing with had to be put away. My brothers’ model airplane collection hung from wires suspended across their bedroom ceiling. There would have been no place to put the refrigerator downstairs and upstairs would not have worked. Our unheated bedrooms were too cold for play in the winter and in summer we were outa there. Our ever practical mother would have schlepped the playthings up to Forest Hill Elementary School at the first sign of boredom.
Jan and I had a good laugh.
The fridge AND the stove. Same jammies.