One day, Yolanda’s little girl Yoli was here and I dragged out all my old 9-inch dolls––precursors to Barbie. Jill, Jan, Jeff and Cissette. (Although I couldn’t find Jeff. Evidently they had a separation.) Yoli dressed them all wrong and past midnight a few nights later, I found myself seated in front of my sewing table, where I’d set Yoli up with the dolls and my Jill and Jan closet and the box of clothes she’d neglected to put away. After choosing the “right’ clothes for each and dressing her, I hung all the other clothes neatly in the closet, replaced their detached doors, and posed them for best effect. By then it was about 1:30 a.m. and I closed down the play date with myself and went to bed. The next day, they had chosen to assume the same position I left them in. They’ve been there for a few weeks, but I have a party tonight and decided it was time for them to go back into seclusion in my art studio. Makes me kind of sad, though
Imagine that something so simple kept us occupied for hours. No flashing lights or sounds, just our own imagination. Miss those days.
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Exactly.
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Those little ones are darling. Do you also have the larger dolls? My mother gave me some of her dolls, which she cherished, and brought them out to show me sometimes, and to change their outfits. The style of those porcelain dolls (even the little ones) reminds me of her. ❤
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I did have larger ones as well. Including some very large ones up to 3 ft. tall.
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Oh those are quite large!
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I recognized Jan. 🙂
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She was so modern looking..I think my favorite.
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Lovely reenactment by another generation – poignant, though
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It is, Derrick. I have these dolls packed away but just knowing they are there, packed away in a bag hanging from my studio ceiling, makes me feel I retain a bit of my past.
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My sister was a doller too. I bet she still is. I bet they’re all tucked away somewhere only she knows, waiting to breathe her air again, half a century later.
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Aww, you must have had fun
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I didn’t have many toys, and my mother got rid of them when I grew too old for each, except for a teddy bear given to me in my early teens.
My own children chose the fate of their toys.
I have one doll that I kept as a size model for making making baby clothes. I too dress my doll and tidy up after the youngest granddaughters have visited.
Thank you, Judy for sharing your dolls with our One Day challenge.
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A good story line. The one day “only” imperative illustrates the importance of this action. Good one.
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