Days of innocence. Playing doctor with your sweet little baby doll. One of my favorite things to do when I was a little girl. I still remember the smell of a new baby doll. I don't think I'll ever forget. I can remember that one time my Momma and Daddy surprised me with a larger than life sized doll. I was only around three or four years old. I remember that she was much taller than I was and she was a "walking" doll that I lovingly named Lucy. I remember holding Lucy's hand and standing beside her as we walked along and having to look up to her. And though I remember her quite tenderly, I must have been quite rough with her because I remember that her head had to be taped onto her neck many, many times. After a while she was pretty ragged looking, but it didn't matter to me. I loved her. I remember that my Momma and Daddy wanted to get rid of her because she was quite pitiful looking and of course I wanted to take her everywhere with me. They tried to persuade me by offering to buy me a new dolly. But I wasn't interested in getting rid of Lucy. One morning I woke and could not find Lucy anywhere. I cried and cried and looked and looked and looked some more for her. Having forgotten that Lucy had made a trip outside, my Mom had opened the back door to let in some fresh air and as I was looking out the door, I saw Lucy in the trash and went running outside to get her. My Mother tried to explain that Lucy had seen her better days and that she and Daddy were going to buy me a new dolly. I just would not have it. I wanted my Lucy. Reluctantly my Mom let her come back inside. I remember rescueing Lucy from the trash many, many times. Finally she was indeed gone. I don't remember how or when, only that she was gone. And I don't remember the doll that took Lucy's place, but I do still remember my Lucy.
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Saturday, October 10, 2009
Lucy
Days of innocence. Playing doctor with your sweet little baby doll. One of my favorite things to do when I was a little girl. I still remember the smell of a new baby doll. I don't think I'll ever forget. I can remember that one time my Momma and Daddy surprised me with a larger than life sized doll. I was only around three or four years old. I remember that she was much taller than I was and she was a "walking" doll that I lovingly named Lucy. I remember holding Lucy's hand and standing beside her as we walked along and having to look up to her. And though I remember her quite tenderly, I must have been quite rough with her because I remember that her head had to be taped onto her neck many, many times. After a while she was pretty ragged looking, but it didn't matter to me. I loved her. I remember that my Momma and Daddy wanted to get rid of her because she was quite pitiful looking and of course I wanted to take her everywhere with me. They tried to persuade me by offering to buy me a new dolly. But I wasn't interested in getting rid of Lucy. One morning I woke and could not find Lucy anywhere. I cried and cried and looked and looked and looked some more for her. Having forgotten that Lucy had made a trip outside, my Mom had opened the back door to let in some fresh air and as I was looking out the door, I saw Lucy in the trash and went running outside to get her. My Mother tried to explain that Lucy had seen her better days and that she and Daddy were going to buy me a new dolly. I just would not have it. I wanted my Lucy. Reluctantly my Mom let her come back inside. I remember rescueing Lucy from the trash many, many times. Finally she was indeed gone. I don't remember how or when, only that she was gone. And I don't remember the doll that took Lucy's place, but I do still remember my Lucy.