Paper Buildings, Paper Buildings

[Updated. I do know Frank Lloyd Wright's last name!]

In between watching what passes for football these days and being thoroughly disgusted by commercials, I began putting Christmas back in boxes. 

What remains to be packed is on the dining room table.

There are a few items, however, that I cannot bear to hide away. Rather, I'll showcase them on the buffet for all of the Farm's Winter and early Spring visitors to see.

I speak of some crafts the kids made earlier in the season using old file folders, wax paper, exact-o-knives and various other implements artists and architects just happen to carry around in their vehicles.

Some paper buildings, each with a fascinating story.

On the right, we have Miss M's Golden Rule Store with swinging doors, and paned-glass windows 

papered with snow flakes.

Long time readers may recall that The Golden Rule Store was Mr. James Cash Penney's first retail establishment. I've shared many thoughts about Mr. Penney and his stores before.

Second from right we have Mr. Bow Tie's intriguing contribution. It was intended to be one of Frank Lloyd Wright's houses in Chicago.

Mr. Bow Tie spent a lot of time measuring.

Unfortunately, despite his precision measurements, Miss M and Daughter C thought it looked more like a Sweat Shop. Perhaps one that supplies T-shirts to JCP stores.

Second from left we have the first of Daughter C's

modest two-story homes.

Associates of The Golden Rule Store could have afforded a lovely home such as this. Nowadays, it's probably owned by a JCP employee. Note the condition of the chimney. An associate of The Golden Rule would have had the wherewithal to get that fixed. I don't think JCP employees got Christmas bonuses that would cover the repair cost.

In terms of number of structures, Daughter C was the most productive. Here is the first she constructed.

The moment she set it up, it fall over.

It was immediately condemned by the Authorities (although it really just needed some minor repairs). The Sweat Shop workers descended upon it, propped it up with a piece of plywood, and proceeded to Occupy it. 

I'm not sure, but given the rock-shatter second story window, and the number of bullet holes near the front door, I assume that-- like Mr. Bow Tie's Sweat Shop-- this property is also located in Chicago.