“I remember the doll my cousins and I played with at our maternal grand parents’ home. Mother and her sisters learned to sew at an early age. They made their clothing and with the leftover scraps made doll clothes, also quilt patches and rag rugs. There was only one doll left by the time my cousins and I arrived on the “scene,” and it had a fabulous wardrobe. There was also a doll size three drawer dresser and hump back trunk for storage. That doll was dressed for all occasions church, trips, parties and anywhere else our imagination took us. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a head. The china head had been broken and someone had patched the hole so the stuffings didn’t run out. Lack of a head didn’t slow down her social life one bit, we hardly missed it except when there was a matching bonnet for one of the many dresses.”
This is a story I wish I’d heard when grandma was still around.