tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087599956440710988.post5493525093006894636..comments2012-11-01T21:24:10.019-04:00Comments on Down-sizing Boomer: My Christmas DollJanette - The2Seasonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11816323959836586470noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087599956440710988.post-13864799297385526202010-12-24T09:40:54.193-05:002010-12-24T09:40:54.193-05:00What a beautiful doll!
I have a sad doll story. ...What a beautiful doll!<br /><br /> I have a sad doll story. In 1955 my Aunt Marie took a three month trip to Europe, It was one of the first tours you could take after WWII, so she did what she could do best, she went shopping. She bought dolls for us in each country she visited. And they are beautiful. She found a boy and girl doll pair in Budapest which she had sent back to Indiana for us. The following week, the Hungarian Revolution began, I remember the family was worried about her safety, but by that time she was in Venice, which had not be destroyed by the war and she was enjoying herself again. She returned to Greensburg and the dolls were not there. They arrived 18 months later, with a letter, written in Hungarian of apology. What beautiful dolls they were, beautiful hair and charming faces. And I loved the way they smelled.<br /><br /> Mother found a very nice glass china cabinet and painted it white with new shelves for us to put our doll collection. Like you said, we didn't play with these dolls. About 20 years ago, AP (my mother) decided to use this cabinet as a storage place for her antique crystal, so she boxed up the dolls and put them in a closet for storage. <br /><br />About 1996 when I was home for a week in the summer, I decided to look at everything in that closet and get rid of my 6 green bridesmaids dresses and dyed to match green shoes and much of my 1960s garb. I took everything out of the closet and was looking through all the boxes deciding what I wanted and what to donate. I found all the dolls had been boxed individually and marked. The Hungarian children, my most special and most beautiful dolls she had put in a plastic box with a tight lit. The plastic needed oxygen and when I opened the box there bodies and faces had shriveled and were caved in. <br /><br /> I told myself that all living things need oxygen and to remember always to give my things a place to breathe.Beth25https://www.blogger.com/profile/04701988302844328753noreply@blogger.com