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A house from a far

Photograph by Todd Hido

In 2014, a decade before my mother died, I helped her sort through the contents of her garage, on Baja Avenue, in Davis, California. It was a gold mine of children’s books and dolls dating to the late seventies. I found a box full of Fisher-Price toys: a barn, a schoolhouse, a castle, an A-frame chalet, and a New York brownstone. This last one was part of a Sesame Street Little People set that included figurines of Ernie, Bert, Big Bird, and Oscar the Grouch, who peeked out from under the lid of a trash can, looking surly.