First Communion Weekend in my son Mark’s home office I saw his old Baby Jake from 1976.
I believed little boys should have a doll to love and care for when they were growing up. Preparing for fatherhood.
Now he has his own family of four, but it touched me when I saw his old doll Jake on the bookshelf. Jake has a soft body that has been recovered and filled with fluff, his rubbery arms surgically reattached by me.
You might have seen Mark’s 38th birthday post from Monday.
There is something about a toy or a doll with a face.
One that’s been well loved.
If you want to see a doll well loved, his wife Erika’s childhood doll (now named Baby Doll) adopted by their daughter Anna- really illustrates LOVE! (click the blue link)
Four is a great age to be.
It’s been a fast four years!
And the most recent shot below
or What Love Looks Like-
It’s been almost two years since I posted Baby Doll (the loved doll) and her “sister” who was bought as a replacement but never really played with or looked at as far as I know.
Baby Doll (b. 1979) belonged to Erika when she was little and now Anna has loved her for 8 more years. I just stitched her arms up as they were coming off. And since I’m visiting the family and not driving around the city today I am showing the effects of two more years of loving. Maybe someone who reads this post will send a photo of the same doll in a similar condition.
One thing I know is they are most cooperative when I set them up to pose for the shooting!
From the archives- Some readers get the blogs mixed up and think I am asking for a vote on what’s shown, helping me downsize.
I made this a year or so ago in the summer, thinking it would make good notecards to send to the grandchildren. My mother’s tea set, a doll (with the braids) given to me in 1959 by my second grade teacher when we moved from Newark. So when the grandchildren visit there will be opportunity for a real tea party, not just the one I set up on the front lawn to amuse myself. V gave me the bear says What’s Cookin. Clearly, I am too sentimental. Ann, I know you would throw it all out!!
from the archives
Waiting for the rain to let up.
Everything super green.
Feels like fall.
What were we thinking? We got out of the giant toy store with the item we had on our list but had to add this plastic doll to the cart while we shopped. No real expression of desire until the baby doll aisle— WHOA! Maura became totally animated,pointing, babbling turned to squealing . Loudly. Her mom said we weren’t buying it, so we parked the doll at the front when we checked out. It really didn’t have a nice face! Maura (20 months) didn’t care what it looked like- she wanted them ALL! When she got into the van and was reunited with her doll from home, she was happy. I bought two bottles to feed her doll, the kind you tip and the liquid disappears.
Where a house used to be, unshoveled steps to an empty lot. An iron pipe for a rail. What’s left of it. On the way to school I look up and see this bizarre sight. Pulled over, flashers on, catch of the day, one block from school Thursday morning. Had to look up the definition of stock-still
Another view from yesterday’s story- Baby Doll’s sister in her box since 1979. Anna(6) set up the dolls for me to photograph and added the birthday card.
You can see which is which. Baby Doll belonged to Erika(b. 1975) and is well loved by daughter Anna(b.2003). The same doll came up on Ebay and arrived in Ohio for Anna’s 6th bday. Smells a bit musty, like a basement or forgotten closet. Sister Dolls separated at birth in the Fisher-Price Factory. Now living together after a thirty year separation.