Faith Bradford's Doll House, Revisited

    Well, here I am, at another step in my Doll House adventures.  Bear with me while I explain a little:    When I was 8 or 9, in the early 1960's, I was diagnosed with what we now call Type I Diabetes.  Insulin was easily accessible and fairly inexpensive, so I spent 3 weeks in the hospital and came home much healthier then when I went in.  My Grandmother believed I wouldn't live long since everyone she knew with the disease died young.  She thought I deserved an adventure, so off we went on the train to Washington, DC.  I remember thinking the Mayflower hotel was much better than the hospital, and she felt privileged staying there when the taxi driver told her there were tunnels over to the White House so the President could walk over!    The first day we went to the museum, and the first and only thing I remember seeing is Faith Bradford's Doll House.  I was mesmerized!  She kept telling me to 'Come see some othe...