NaBloPoMoDay 13: Get To Know Me!

I have a raging headache right now.

This time, short and sweet.

If you're still Jonesing for Halushki, re-read the post below.

It's extra buttery.

From To Our Children's Children by Bob Greene & D.G. Fulford

Chapter 04: Childood/Neighborhood
Question 22
What was the name of your favorite doll?
Mrs. Beasley

Now, tell me. What was the name of your favorite doll?

Edit to add:

If you see my Seestor, tell her that I have her favorite doll.

Seconda found her at my Mom's one day, and is fostering her. She is in good shape and is being well cared for. Her dress might need a rinse.


Tootsie Farklepants said...

My favorite doll's name was Patty. She had belonged to my mother and was handed down to me after my grandmother was cleaning out the storage one day. Patty was old and hard plastic; and she was disintegrating. She was missing fingers and I broke her arm off trying to make her clap one day. And I was already the worst mother in the world at 6 years old.

Anonymous said...

I was never a big doll person, they always scared me. I did have a favorite teddy bear, and it was named Sandy Brown.

Anonymous said...

I was all about the stuffed animals. I had a giant polar bear whose white fur was grimy and pilly, but I loved him.

Anonymous said...

I'm trying to remember if I even named my baby doll. It's quite possible that I just relied heavily on the name she came with: Thumbelina. Yes, I cut her hair because some ill-informed person told me it would grow back. This, however, was not the case.

BOSSY said...

Bossy was all about the doll and the play sink and the play stove and the play table& chairs. No wonder she grew up with little occupational ambition.

Magpie said...

I had a doll named Howie Dirkes. He was named, by me, after a friend of my parents. I guess he was a he, the doll that is. It's still around. It's still called Howie Dirkes.

anne said...

Anne! There you are!

I told you she was independent.

Do you have Mrs. Beasley or isn't mom willing to give her up? said...

Mom will never give her up. I know she's up the attic. Mrs. Beasley, that is. Although, I bet Mom is up in the attic right now, too.

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