Originally Posted by QuiltingGrannie
Originally Posted by Olivia's Grammy
That was the sweetest story. A man with a mind of his own. My DD had a pink, blue and white afagan that she lost when she was five. She carried that thing everywhere. Wash day was hard as I had to hide it til it got dry.
My DS had a teddy named George. As he grew George would retire to the cedar chest. A few days later George would sneak out. This went on for quite awhile. Now George sits on a shelf in Olivia's room. So far Olivia hasn't gotten attached to just one thing except Mommy.
That reminds me of the baby doll I had. Got her for my 6th birthday. She used to sleep in my bed and would end up on the floor by morning. This resulted in two of her fingers being broken off. My dad mixed plaster of paris and wrapped qauze around her hand making her a cast! I kept her until I was in my mid 20's. Somewhere along the way she got lost or given away. I miss her. She did go to boarding school (high school) with me!
My grandmother made me a doll the size of a two year old. His name is Toby. All of his clothes and shoes were also handmade. She also made a girl doll for my cousin.
Toby is now 62 years old, has new yarn hair and a painted face and arms- the plastic turned yellow and Grandma gave him a make over when I took him to college.
His "sister" for my cousin is in the lost doll world.
Toby has a place on the shelf in my sewing room along with the dotee dolls and my girls other special friends. :) :)