One Christmas Eve a long time ago, Santa came to my house and left a doll family under my tree. I was so thrilled! I had a mommy and daddy doll and a baby doll. The mama doll was a bride doll in a gorgeous dress. She was around eighteen inches tall, and the dad doll was a bit taller. The baby was smaller of course.
My sister also received a doll family, but she got the bridesmaid doll instead of a bride. I remember thinking the pink bridesmaid dress was prettier than the bride’s dress.
Santa had also gone to a seamstress who had made a wardrobe for each of the dolls. I can still remember how beautiful the clothes were. One of my favorite pieces for my bride was a blue cape with a hood edged in white fur. Oh, the dolls were spectacular!
My sister and I played with them for years before we finally outgrew them. We left them in the containers we had been given for them, and that’s where I expected mine to be when I went looking for them. I had my own house and wanted the dolls. To my surprise they were gone.
It seems that my dad had given them to a cousin who sold them at a flea market! I was devastated. One of my greatest childhood treasures was gone. So do I have any of my toys left?
No toys, but I do still have some of my books. I owned The Black Stallion series, The My Friend Flicka trilogy, The Trixie Belden books, and various others. All of those titles are proudly displayed on my nicest bookshelf, and sometimes I’ll pull one out and just take a read down memory lane.
What about you? Any toys or books left at your house?