The Christmas Survey yesterday certainly got my sister's attention. "Madame Alexander doll? What Madame Alexander doll?" Well, in about 1953-54, Jane and I asked for a walking doll for Christmas---I'm sure there was some faddish walking doll all of the girls wanted.
We got our beautiful walking dolls. I always thought it was a Revlon doll. After I had three daughters of my own, I became interested in Madame Alexander dolls. One night, I was laying in bed and I saw my "Walking doll" in the signature blue with pink rosebuds of Madame Alexander.
As far as I can tell, she's unmarked but a little research tells me she's either a Binnie or Winnie Walker. The blue and red outfits came with her, but my grandmother probably made the pink taffeta dress.
I asked my mother about the dolls. She replied,"We had just bought a house and I was afraid we wouldn't be able to buy you girls another nice doll." That was so like Mom, buying us what was actually better than what we wanted---she knew best. Then, I realized that I had done the same thing. More tomorrow. . .
The Christmas Survey yesterday certainly got my sister's attention. "Madame Alexander doll? What Madame Alexander doll?" Well, in about 1953-54, Jane and I asked for a walking doll for Christmas---I'm sure there was some faddish walking doll all of the girls wanted.
We got our beautiful walking dolls. I always thought it was a Revlon doll. After I had three daughters of my own, I became interested in Madame Alexander dolls. One night, I was laying in bed and I saw my "Walking doll" in the signature blue with pink rosebuds of Madame Alexander.
As far as I can tell, she's unmarked but a little research tells me she's either a Binnie or Winnie Walker. The blue and red outfits came with her, but my grandmother probably made the pink taffeta dress.
I asked my mother about the dolls. She replied,"We had just bought a house and I was afraid we wouldn't be able to buy you girls another nice doll." That was so like Mom, buying us what was actually better than what we wanted---she knew best. Then, I realized that I had done the same thing. More tomorrow. . .
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I love it when my mom does that! It's not often at all, but when it happens it's something to pay attention to.
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