Our Uncle Harold brought this doll to my sister in 1947. Mary was in Kindergarten. He was in the US Navy.
He brought the doll back from Naples.
She was a souvenir doll, not a play doll.
A couple of days ago, I put her in Mary’s NYC apartment window and photographed her from different angles.
Her straw hat wouldn’t stay on her head and I didn’t want to force it.
As I took her photo, her eyes seemed to follow me and I moved her around to try and get a good pose and shot.
Have you ever noticed how something inanimate can feel it has a life?
Holding her hat
1947 doll from Italy
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