This is a picture of Lily with one of my first baby dolls, David. I got him when I was 6 years old, so he is 57 years old. I loved to dress him and put him in his bassinet. I have saved him all these years for a daughter, or in reality, granddaughter. He was named after my cousin because he looked exactly like him when he cried. I need to bring him back out because she does not remember playing with him. It is strange how their first years of memory just drop off.
I find I am missing Bess more than I thought I would. It was love at first sight. I walked into Brian and Shannon's house and she ran to me like a bullet. Once we were at home, she was perpetual motion. Not good in a pup with heart worms. She is about to start on her treatments. I know she will find someone else to love her.
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Let's try this again - Thank you for visiting my blog and your kind comments. Just thought I'd pop in and say hello. I enjoyed looking at your blog.
Love the picture of Lilly and your doll. Yes, we look back at pictures and they bring back memories. So much going on as life continues.
Sorry about your puppy.
Glad that you still have that doll. What a great memory to share. Hoping your pup gets better.
My dolls were all gone by the time I had a daughter. My mother made me give an old doll away when I got a new one so a little girl with no dolls could have one. I wish I could say she taught me to be generous (as wss her intention) but all I learned was sadness for having to give up one of my babies. I was allowed to save one doll and the loss of that doll hurts me to this day. But that's another story.
Amazing to still have the doll. I have the dress of a doll I received for Christmas in 1950 - no doll, though.
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