My Hayley Mills and house obsession

Growing up, I loved Hayley Mills. Not in a stalker way, but in a I wanted to be her in every Disney movie kind of way. And I wanted her Disney movie houses. I'd winter at her Carmel ranch and summer at the yellow house in Beulah, Maine. What could be more perfect? A young Hayley and Disney parted long before I was born (although they came back together for a couple of sequels and a series). Luckily for me, I was a child of the Disney Channel golden years. Piglet and Tigger lived at Pooh Corner. Annette was a perpetual mouseketeer (who later grew up very quickly and won the lottery). The Edison Twins solved problems in their garage (with a very tricked out lab for a couple of teenagers). Oh, and then there was Danger Bay. Do you remember Danger Bay? I wanted to be an oceanographer until I took chemistry and physics in high school. Science wasn't for me.




The BEST thing about the Disney Channel during the 1980s had to be the Hayley Mills movies.


First, she was Pollyanna.

I got a little tired of the "glad" business. No one is that happy all the time. But check out the house, which actually was her aunt's house. I stole this image from hookedonhouses.net (full disclosure here).

In real life, the house looks like this:

Those crafty Disney artists fancied it up for the movie, adding several stories, miles of upstairs hallways and Pollyanna's attic bedroom. I love Victorian houses. There are so many details, gables and chimneys. There are bays, which you know hold window seats just perfect for reading or people gazing. There are banisters to wrap garland around at Christmas and tremendous attics you can actually stand up in. This is why I live in a ranch-style house. Naturally.

A year after Pollyanna, Hayley Mills starred in The Parent Trap. She went to summer camp, discovered she had a twin sister, caused her newly found twin to moon her dance partner, went on a march through the woods and wound up in the coolest isolation cabin ever. Then, she and her twin switched places and got their divorced parents back together (sorry if I just ruined the plot for you). The storyline was completely implausible, which is probably what made me love the movie so much.

One twin lived with her mother and grandparents in Boston. The other twin lived with her father in Carmel. The Boston townhouse was fancy and formal. The Carmel house was my ultimate dreamhouse. It had a pond for swimming, a courtyard, Spanish tile, an L-shaped couch, a huge fireplace and a balcony. I so wanted to live in that house, which is why I grew up to live in a cookie cutter ranch-style house. Naturally.

Even their bathroom was cool. Check out the walk in shower. At this point in my life, my grandparents were in the process of putting in a walk in shower. I was so excited, envisioning something similar to the Disney shower. It seemed to take them my entire childhood to install the thing so my enthusiasm waned. Construction takes time when you're relying on Time Life books as a guide.

From The Parent Trap, Hayley went In Search of the Castaways. Hayley is looking for her father, who has been shipwrecked. She encounters an earthquake, an avalanche, a tidal wave and, awwww, love. It was all so very implausible and the special effects were all so very bad. But it had adventure, romance and Maurice Chevalier sounding very French as only a Frenchman can.

Alas, there was no great house in this movie although the cast did camp in giant trees. Fortunately, Summer Magic was just around the corner.

If you haven't watched Summer Magic, I insist you do so. Immediately. And if you don't like it, absolutely do not (oops, double negative there) tell me about it. I won't want to hear it. Summer Magic is magical. It's the pink of perfection from its prissy pink nose to the yellow house in Beulah, Maine. How can a movie go wrong when it has a character named Osh Popham or an Ugly Bug Ball?

Here's the house:

I've found no information about this being an actual house so it was probably a set. It had a beautiful staircase, a hidden painting, fireplaces galore, a bathtub in the kitchen and a wonderful front porch. I love a front porch, which is why I live in a ranch-style house without a front porch. Naturally.

From Beulah, Hayley went to Crete for The Moonspinners. I'll go ahead and admit it. The Moonspinners is a silly movie. However, hear me out. The scenery is beautiful; plus, there's a creepy uncle, village children, a romantic lead, a wedding, a fabulous villa, a drunk wife and a silent film star who talks.

Last, and as far as I'm concerned, least, was That Darn Cat. I've never been found of this movie, probably because it's set in an ordinary home. No inspiration there.

The movie's leading character also is a cat. Growing up, it was just me and my grandparents' cat, Tom, most weekends (I'm sure adult supervision was present, but I'm telling this story). Tom hated me. Tom lurked in dark hallways and attacked me. Tom lived to scratch me. Tom sought me out. I was fine with dividing up the house and keeping to my side. He insisted on war. Finally, one weekend, we went to visit the grandparents and there was no Tom. My grandfather told me Tom was on a trip. That seemed a bit implausible even to a 6-year-old so I pressed for more details. Gently, it was explained that Tom had died at a very advanced age. My heart soared at this news. I could watch television in peace. I could walk down the hallway of the house to bed without fears of being attacked. I no longer had to hang out in the garage on weekends while Tom slept inside with a conceited smirk on his face. That darn cat. May he rest in peace.