This past weekend, I was reminiscing about my childhood. In particularly, about my time at a nursery. Yes, I can remember those days at the nursery; it was a wonderful place for me when I was little.
As, I thought back, there was a doll that I brought with me, once or twice. I also remember that once I put her down, another one of my classmates, would pick her up; of which I would quickly retrieve. It wasn’t their fault, they didn’t know it was my own. The doll was a 1968 baby doll from Mattel. It was called the Drowsy Doll. She was my favorite. By pulling the string behind (or it may have been from the side) she laughed, she cried, and requested “tell me a story”.
She was the best doll ever. I just loved her. But I lost her. After finally leaving the nursery, I don’t know how it happened, but I left my doll there. Instead of saying to my parents I need to get my doll, I kept quiet. Only because I didn’t want to bother my parents in traveling way across town just to get my doll.
A year went by, until I finally said that I left my doll at the nursery and asked if we could retrieve it. My Mom did drop by the nursery, but she came back empty handed. She said to me that the doll, was completely destroyed. “It was ruined and you wouldn’t want it.” I saw her reasoning in that it probably would have made me unhappy that they treated my doll in such a way. But a little voice deep inside of me said “I would have taken her back anyway.”
Why did I tell you this story? It’s just to express how amazing it is that dolls can have such an impact on us. And it made me think again about doll collecting. That although, we can collect dolls because we love them, love the way they look and feel; there are dolls that bring us back to our time as little ones. They were our playmates as children, they are our treasurers that can bring about such great memories into our current lives. It certainly did with mine.
Speaking of memories, visit New York's Madame Alexander's on their website. Let the dolls bring you back to a time of wonderful memories.