When I was a kid in Michigan, my father’s job required travel, and he was rarely home early in the evening for our nightly rituals. On the rare occasion that he was, however, Dad usually told us marvelous bedtime stories. We were especially enthralled by his tales about the Teenie Weenies. Not sure about my older sister or younger brother, but I suspected that they actually lived under the large willow tree in our back yard.
I had no idea at the time that my father’s ideas came from comic strips and picture books about these characters, in addition to product advertising, like the examples below, that also contained short stories about these little people. His grandchildren remember listening to these entertaining adventures of the Teenie Weenies, as well.
Years later, I found myself exploring the “nostalgia” section of a used bookstore near downtown Dallas, and there it was…a picture book that I never knew existed! The Teenie Weenies Under the Rosebush, written and illustrated by William Donahey, was not in great shape, but I didn’t care. Besides, it was marked $2, and I probably would have paid $20 for that memory.
That purchase prodded me toward more research about the author and his works. As luck would have it, not too long after the bookstore expedition, a weekend collectibles sale at a Texas mall turned up my charming Monarch toffee and peanut butter magazine ads shown above that each sport a story about the Teenie Weenies. It wasn’t until the advent of ebay, after I had moved back to Michigan, that I realized just how many vintage products besides books are out there wearing the likenesses of those intriguing little people…and often at a very large price tag!
The synchronicity doesn’t end there. I knew that William Donahey and his wife, Mary, who was also an author, were from the Midwest. In my internet research, I had read about a North Woods vacation cabin, of sorts, that the Reid-Murdoch/Monarch company gave the couple as a gift. It was fashioned after the company’s pickle barrels, for which Mr. Donahey had done some ads. The structure was made up of two sections, with the larger part rising two stories and connected to a shorter section that served as a kitchen.
Evidently the Donahey’s fame and popularity drew too many visitors to the vacation home, which became quite a headache for the pair. After about a decade, they gave the building away to a merchant in a nearby town and built a more private log cabin. What I didn’t know was that the location where the Pickle Barrel House ended up wasn’t far from where I had moved in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.
A pleasant spring drive about fifteen years back ended up in the picturesque village of Grand Marais, on the shores of Lake Superior. Lovely bay with bobbing sailboats, silvery vintage diner near the Square for a fun lunch, and…what was that strange structure as we rounded the corner? A unique wooden building shaped like a barrel! There I am, below, holding my sweet dog, Boo Boo, in front of the somewhat peeling Pickle Barrel House. Since that day, the Grand Marais Historical Society has restored the house and made it into a museum. I regret that I didn’t make it back to see the results, especially since life finds me, once again, living in Texas. ~Becky
What an interesting story. It is fascinating how children take at face value the tales of their elders, only to discover the real story years later! I had never heard of the ‘Teenie Weenies’ before but the pickle barrel in that last photo looks like it could be the inspiration for the chain of restaurants?
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Glad you enjoyed this!
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I love that pickle barrel house. It’s so poignant to revisit childhood memories when you’re older but this has been full of new and tangible discoveries too. Really enjoyed reading about it.
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Thanks, I really appreciate your insights!
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Absolutely fascinating, Becky. I so enjoyed reading this.
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I’m happy to know that, Julie! Thanks so much for reading.
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What a fun post! I thoroughly enjoyed it.
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Thanks, Liz! It was fun to write, as well:)
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How fascinating! I adore old children’s books, by the way.
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So glad that you enjoyed this. I feel the same way about children’s books…the older the better!
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Hi there Becky. As your story shows, life sure can have unexpected connections. Take care.
Neil S.
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It sure can! Thanks for reading and commenting, Neil.
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Becky, thank you for a wonderful post!
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My pleasure; thanks so much for reading it, Charles!
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I am so happy you found the book. Really. What a wonderful thing. Just to have it and love it. Yay.
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Exactly! Thanks for sharing that pleasure with me:)
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I loved the post and the way you made your memories and experiences come alive for all of us. I remember enjoying books about “miniature people” too, especially The Borrowers. That whole idea of an unseen community living right under our noses is fascinating.
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I’m happy if my writing can really do that! Yes, it’s the same idea; I had forgotten about The Borrowers! Thanks for the reminder.
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I thought about The Borrowers too – glad Terri Krause mentioned… 😉
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What fun finds!! Such a delightful post! Thanks!!
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Yes, they are! So happy that you read and enjoyed this post, Sue.
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This is way cool, Becky. Love the pictures and the nostalgic story. Hope you get to go back and see it restored sometime.
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Thank you, Pat! One never knows for sure what the future will bring:)
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I absolutely love children’s books, so many priceless memories attached. The Pickle Barrel House!! I love it 💖
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I’m happy you read and enjoyed this post, Lisa! You’re close enough to go visit the Pickle Barrel House. Grand Marais is a lovely area, if you haven’t been.
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Grand Marais is a beautiful place!
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Good to hear that you like that area, too!
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I want that “barrel house” in my back yard.
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Wouldn’t that be fun? It’s like the original “tiny house!”
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Indeed!
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I’m so intrigued by the tiny house concept.
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Great post! One memory leads to another and I couldn’t want to see where your discoveries would take you. A pickle barrel is a wonderful find! I would definitely like to see it someday. Cheers!
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Wonderful to hear that you liked this and that it kept you reading!
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that’s such a beautiful way to put how memory works, ckennedyhola – lovely evocative post, Becky 🙂
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Thank you; I appreciate that!
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How very magical to find the origins of the stories that your father used to tell… And I love that barrel-shaped house!
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You’re so right, Sarah; it was all very amazing to me:)
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It’s an absolute delight – what a precious thing to have such an imaginative father so willing to share his colourful take on the world with you as children… Such a gift!
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Yes, it is!
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So great to have parents who tell their children stories. Never heard of the teeny weenies, but how charming. And the serendipity you experienced!
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Thanks, Cynthia!
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