Wednesday, 23 December 2009
BLD No. 15
I remember it being one of the potato times. The times where we had potato soup and potato fries and potato pancakes and bread with margarine dunked in sugar.
We were rich. We had it all.
It was the year that we received doctor’s kits. I don’t know who all got them, but a few of us did. The kits were new and they were special because we all received a doll that was broken and were told that Santa had fallen down the chimney and had wanted special girls that would take care of and love the dolls with their broken finger, or chipped nose or missing leg.
Each doll had a new dress on, or it appeared new as my Mom made sure they were sparkling clean.
Oh the hours we spent loving and mending those dolls.
Our home was an earlier heaven.
*artwork by Christine Pym