Petticoats and Pistols site. She's here today to share a memory and add a little something (actually, a lot!) to the prize box!
We didn’t have much when I was a child. Our trees were small and scrawny, and the ornaments were the same from year to year, but my parents always bought me a few gifts, some of which I remember well. I got a set of bells once, with a music book, and oh how I enjoyed playing those bells. I got a little record player with red and yellow vinyl records, and I still remember the songs I played over and over. In subsequent years I sang them to all my babies and my grandbabies.
A couple of those Christmas gifts were what started me on a lifelong love of dolls. I had a crawling Bonnie Braids, a Raggedy Ann, a Ginny and a Miss Revlon. I still have my Betsy McCalls, my Patti Playpal and my Toodles. None of my kids or grandkids are interested—yet. I look at similar dolls on ebay and think I could make a handsome sale, but nostalgia takes over. So I wash their clothes and freshen them up and keep on loving them.