by Kay



My First Doll

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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."





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