Another reason my mother never liked me

I’ve mentioned at various times that I didn’t play with dolls, didn’t have dolls, don’t know why people like dolls. I have no recollection of having a doll(s), yet I have photographic proof that I did. According to my mother, when I was given a doll, the first thing I did was take all the clothes off.

Then the war began.

She would re-dress the doll, I would take the clothes off the doll. On, off, on, off. I was told that once I hid the clothes under my bed mattress. I didn’t care about dolls so much that basically I would just drag the unclothed doll around by the arm or the foot…My mother finally gave up on the whole doll thing. I was just an unnatural girl child.

My mother, on the other hand, loved dolls. When my brother was 5 and I was 11 she went to work at the Ideal Toy Factory. She worked in the doll department as a hair rooter. Every time Ideal came out with a new doll, she bought one. I think the Shirley Temple doll was her pride and joy. But also she was super fond of baby dolls.


While I had no use for dolls I did loved stuffed animals, that was just the generic term for any kind of soft stuffed toy. Nowadays they call them plushies or stuffies I still call them stuffed animals. I had quite the collection as a child, my father bought them for me.

I still have a few, presents from my husband. Plus I have a few hand puppets (I LOVE puppets).  I have winnowed my toys over the years but I still can’t resist hugging any and all soft, fluffy, stuffed animals. I have resisted buying them but not oohing and ahhing over any I see.

This reminiscence has been brought to you courtesy of today’s grocery shopping trip where almost every aisle had a display of stuffed bunnies and chicks and even bears, all decked out for Easter. I think Easter may be my favorite holiday only, and because of, all the soft, fluffy stuffies.


I need a soft fluffy Easter bunny!

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