Last Friday I came home from my parent's place with a few new-to-me treasures. My favourite is my mother's doll. The carriage belonged to Mom and her sister Shirley (the watercolour artist) and I drug it down from the attic on a hot day in August. The two, circa early 1940's, are together again... albeit like they've never been before. Dolly is sporting a Build-a-Bear witch outfit, nicely concealing a little secret.
Mom and Shirley, spring 1942, with another carriage. Where that one is no one knows. The blue buggy above was repainted, probably in the 60's, but it was originally a dark teal colour. My sister and I played with this carriage when we were kids; it's got lots of miles on it!
Mom and Shirley; doll sweaters knitted by Grandma or Great-Grandma and Mom in summer. I'm sure my mother was gentle with the few toys she had, but note how she's holding Dolly in the photo at right. That may partially explain Dolly's secret: she has a torso, but is limbless.
She is now sporting temporary prosthetic arms from the anonymous donor above, pictured pre-surgery, freshly home from the Thrift Store.
Dolly does appear a bit surprised that she can hold things again... like her friend Squeaky here. Good thing she can hang on for dear life -- this old buggy doesn't ride like it did when it was new and that's just fine with me. I love it and Dolly just the way they are.
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