I did have a favorite whose name I can't remember. She was my favorite because she could float. She was always naked, not sure what happened to her clothes but she always had a rope around her neck. Our favorite game was chase the floating doll in the creek while holding the rope so she would not out race me. Kept me entertained for hours.
I never asked for dolls. I asked for stick horses, stock trucks full of animals and real cap guns with holsters like they wore on westerns.
One Christmas I received a big red wagon, Radio Flyer, I think...and a doll. I did give her a name, Belinda. She was a big baby and she had clothes. Belinda was just a simple sit up or lay down baby with painted hair but she sure could ride in that wagon.
Helen, my dog, and I spent hours racing Belinda in the Radio Flyer down the hill. Belinda always won and never fell out. Helen and I didn't care who won. We would pull Belinda in that big red wagon up the hill time after time.
Belinda never smiled nor laughed but Helen and I had a good enough time for all of us.
Happy Weekend.
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i had dolls, but they were decorative dolls, that laid on the bed... the dolls i had were given to me by relatives because they thought i wanted them. all i wanted was BOOKS.. and i did love paper dolls, i had a suitcase full of them. i did the same thing at age 10 that i do now, read until my eyes hurt. while in KY i did a lot of wading in the creeks and wandering in the woods, but no wagons or trucks. my brother was the outdoors trucks and guns person.
I was a girlie girl... But could make mud pies like no other...I was always the Mommy... my daughter loved dolls but she was just as good with my sons trucks and guns
Hi Gail, I had dollies but could clinb a tree too......Enjoyed the post, Francine.
Oh Belinda was a good girl. I never had to much use for dolls as they were usually missing body parts with my having six brothers:) B
I gave my doll to my Sister and asked for a fishing rod, ended up with nurse's vest and medical bag - ate all the medical candy and gave that to my sister - asked for a fishing rod - sent to ballet class - deliberately was un-coorinated in class - asked for a fishing rod - Dad came to my rescue and took me to buy a fishing rod. HAPPY - End of story :)
Sounds like you and Helen had a great time racing Belinda in the Radio Flyer - that would have been fun. Nice story Gail.
My dolls were always taken from me by my brother. Nope, he wasn't gay, just mean which fortunately he outgrew.
Had to laugh at your naked doll tethered by a noose.
I had Barbies once, for about five minutes. I was more inclined to build forts, climb trees and play softball.
I do so love your trips down Memory Lane!
Once again, great childhood memory shared. I have a photo of me with my Hopalong Cassidy outfit complete with 6 shooter on taking a big bride doll for a ride in my wagon one Christmas morning. Like so many of your followers have said, "tom boy, dead dolls, fun memories". Oma Linda.....hope your weekend is filled with all you want of whatever it is.
I had a family of baby dolls and later Barbies, as did my sisters, by I didn't take them along with me as though they were real. One of my favorites was a small black rubber doll I named Amy. I obviously had an appreciation for diversity from the very beginning! Being the daughter of a farm implements dealer, we also had all the wonderful John Deere farm toys, and played with buiding blocks, tinkertoys, marbles and superballs and other non-girly things. I was never a frilly girl, and am not to this day. I love your doll on a rope... sounds like great fun to me! :-)
You were a Tomboy!
Oh so cute, I can just see you pulling that wagon and making the other doll swim with a rope around her neck.
I was never a fan of dolls either.
This is a wonderful memory. I was a tomboy, too. I preferred critters, and Matchbox cars. I used my doll buggy to start a worm farm, and always had cocoons in jars. Your memories are so vivid and well told.
I've never really been into dolls before. I was pretty much raised as a tomboy, so dolls never really attracted me.
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You are so fun . . . I can see Belinda now . . . flying down the hill in the Red Radio Flyer . . .
Keep me laughing!
Some dolls are meant for lives up on a shelf, but real dolls are meant to be racing down a hill in a wagon. You go, Belinda.
I remember receiving one doll during my childhood...no biggie...I much preferred being with the horses!...:)JP
That Truly Cracked Me Up!
Belinda!
The Only Dolls I Liked, Rode Horses
I wasn't much of a doll person either, but I did have one named "Poor, Pitiful Pearl" that I was pretty fond of. I liked her because I could push her nose all the way in to her face and then squeeze it back out again.
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Great memory..I can just see it! :)
smiles...cool...used to race down the hill in a big red wagon...eventually the wheels fell off..the metal gave out...it is interesting the things that would amuse us back then...smiles.
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