What are the threads that interweave your life? Those interests, those activities, those skills that define you as unique. Those threads have a history.
Dolls are a thread in my life and the subject of several Posts on this blog. So what are my memories? Here’s a photo of me at three holding a doll:
Those are my sisters, older and younger. Memories about dolls are actually vague at this age.
Jump to fourth grade. New neighborhood, new school, I remember having a small troll doll and creating an environment on the playground of sticks and rocks separating rooms, and grass making a bed. Although I played alone, those are happy, strong memories.
After that, no memories until after the birth of my daughter almost twenty years later. I found a beautiful handmade doll in a small shop, a girl in dance shoes with a flowing fuchsia dress and party hat with flowers and fruit on top. Beautiful!
Then one day I saw a notice on the library community board: a woman teaching porcelain doll making out of her garage. I signed up for some classes. I discovered interest, talent, and patience which drove my efforts for two years.
I have a small doll collection: several antique dolls, a wooden doll, some cloth dolls, and most recently, the composition-head little doll. My story “The Letter“, published in the LA Times, is about a little girl who hates dolls until one day….. (Inspired by real events)
My daughter liked the soft-bodied By-Lo baby I made for her but after that she hated dolls and thought the faces were scary. There are movies, most recently The Lady in Black, which make dolls creepy and the things of nightmares.
Opposition: I like dolls and my daughter is creeped by them.
Maybe I am a character in my own story. Likes, dislikes, strengths, weaknesses, I love to learn, to make things and I like dolls.