That Dream Kitchen must be pretty special.
Google it! 
~VOW
WOW! The accessories are many.
So many teeny tiny things, I’m surprised that so many survived in the “antique” Deluxe Dream Kitchens being sold today! That was long before the “choking hazard warning” had to be printed on the box!
The little boxes of fake brands of steel wool cleaning pads, of laundry detergent, and the boxes of frozen vegetables that fit exactly inside the freezer door…the attention to such tiny details sticks to my mind fifty years later.
I LOVED that kitchen.
Gah! I’m so old!
~VOW
After Return of the Jedi came out, there was a plush Wicket the Ewok. I saw it on Saturday morning cartoons and told my mother I would like one for Christmas.
She told me Christmas morning that after I told her, she went to the bathroom and did a dance of happiness. She had already bought one for me, figuring out I would want one before I even knew it existed. There was nothing underneath the tree that year that beat that feeling.
I didn’t get rid of him until I got married and moved away from home. Sometimes I wish I still had more of my stuffed animals from when I was younger, but then the ones I have kept are that more precious. It was interesting to see a photo from my first Christmas and see my Winnie-the-Pooh when he was new. I still have him.
I had Ewok treehouse/village.
My ex is English and I would go there to celebrate the holiday with his family. Because I was working for a living meant that I couldn’t leave until Christmas Eve so for a few years I would grab the same flight because it worked so well for me. I’d leave early for my first flight before the airport got busy and switch to a bigger plane at O’Hare. The flight was always the last one to arrive at Heathrow from outside the EU and everyone there was in a good mood but also in a hurry to get home. Therefore, it didn’t matter that my luggage was packed to the gills with gifts when I said I had nothing to declare. My ex, already there, would pick me up and we’d have a peaceful drive back across the country listening to Midnight Mass on the radio. It was always such a delightful trip, with just about everyone in a good mood and none of the expected hassles of other trips. It felt special. I’m rather homesick for them.