Elena’s comment on my post a few days ago about her doll – a baby doll, that did nothing in particular, reminded me of the dolls my sister and I were given by our mother.
After the war, she spent a year in the USA with my father. They travelled there and back on a troop-carrier from Africa.
When she arrived home, she presented us with a Margaret O’Brien Doll each.
They were dolls that did nothing too.
They had stuck on hair which you couldn’t brush, and weren’t cuddly at all, being one of the very first hard plastic dolls. But they were pretty.
However, I don’t think they truly made up for the anguish that we two little girls went through for a whole year, the two of us, separated, me in an orphanage and my sister farmed out to strangers.
Margaret O’Brien Dolls always make me feel unhappy.
Margaret O’Brien is still alive (2016) – info here…..