by Kay My First Doll [More text below picture] My doll lives inside the antique silver jewelry box. I let her out for a photo. I'm not certain exactly how old I was when I got my first doll, but believe I was about two years old. World War II was going on and there was not money to be had for frivolous things. So Mom made me this doll and that makes it particularly special to me. Little girls always name their dolls, but this one never had a name. She was just my doll. Always thought of my black doll as a girl. Yarn pigtails, one with green yarn ribbon, the other pink (a girly color). Here's a clearer photo of her. Notice Mom stitched her up when she lost her "big toe." <-- back to kay stories index <-- back to additions index |