I am guessing that I was around 1 1/2 when I got Amy-doll for Christmas. She was wearing the short pink check dress with rickrack trim. I do not remember when I got the cradle, maybe I got it a different Christmas. It is a beautiful hardwood cradle, which I plan to give to Tara someday.
(Here I am holding Amy-doll. L to R: me, Cindy, Larry, Cheryl. I think it is Christmas 1960 in Bartlesville.)Since it is the Christmas season, here is a Christmas story about Amy-doll:
During the first year that I had Amy-doll, one day I was pretending she was sick. To show she had chicken-pox, I drew with ink pen all over her face. Then I cried and cried because she was ugly and I didn't want her anymore.
The next Christmas, all I asked for was a new Amy-doll. And I got a new one wearing a beautiful long blue dress. I was so happy.
Many years later, I found out that my mother had scrubbed and scrubbed to get off all that ink, and had made the doll a new dress and had given her back to me.
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