This is Dahlia (daylia). She is my first ever Christmas doll. I was about 18 months old when I got her. That same Christmas, Santa brought me a little red rocking chair as well (which I still have).
My mother says that I walked right up to her, picked her up and sat down in the chair and began to rock and sing to her.
She was my constant companion. By the time I'd had her a little more than a year, we had to restuff her body, as I had loved her flat! I remember sitting in my grandparent's living room (we were living with them at the time) with my mother. She explained that she was the doctor and I was the nurse and we were going to operate on Dahlia. It was all very serious. We plumped her up with cotton balls!
For years she was half bald, because I carried her around by her hair.
Once when I was in high school, I came home from some activity to find Dahlia sitting on the mantel in a new dress. My mother had been home alone and made Dahlia some new clothes -- just because.
A few years ago I found a doll repair specialist and turned Dahlia over to her with very specific instructions.
It was a lot like leaving a child alone at the hospital. What was I thinking? What was SHE thinking?
A couple of weeks later my husband picked her up and I dressed her in the new outfit I had bought for her.
I love her just as much now as I did that first time I saw her. She now sits at the foot of my bed with other beloved folks. She is a treasure!
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NO WAY!!!!!!!!!! Is she an Effanbee? I have a doll that I got when I was 3. Her name is Mandy (cause I loved Barry Manilo) Mine has blond hair, but she looks like yours.
ReplyDeleteMandy was my BFF and she sits on my bookshelf. She has been loved and she now has a matted down mohawk because I didn't know that doll hair wouldn't grow back when I played beauty shop that one time.
I am 37 and I still can't part with her long enough to go to the doll hospital. What if they lost her? I would die!
I love your story - thank you so much for sharing!!!
What a cool story! I had a stuffed dog my much older brother and sister put in my crib when I was a baby. Years went by and soon I was just carrying around a hunk of fake fur, my mother remade the dog once. As I got a little older, my family decided that the dog was linked to my thumb sucking and I had to throw "honey dog" away. We made a big deal of the whole thing.
ReplyDeleteFlash forward more then 35 years and when I woke up 3 weeks after my accident, there was a stuffed dog in my hospital bed, my brother and sister had brought me another "honey dog" who sits high on a shelf watching over me everyday.
Thank you for jerking my memory to a wonderful one.
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I still have a doll from when I was a little girl that I was planning on giving to my daughter when she got old enough, but I don't see that happening anytime soon. She LOVES dinosaurs, trucks, and cars! :)
ReplyDeleteSo, my doll just sits in a chair in my foyer...as a decoration...for now!
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