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#Bloganuary #4: Favorite Toy

This question makes a great ice breaker at a party or when you are doing a presentation with adults. As a bonus, you find out the ages of the adults without even asking! LOL

Childhood lasted a long time, so there were different toys for different seasons, right?

Early Childhood

Until I was seven, Randy and I shared a room. There were two toys I remember. He had a record player for 78 RPM records and loved the song, “Clementine.” My toy of choice was a doll bed that my grandfather made for me. It had a little quilt and for some reason, I set it on fire in my bedroom. I was about four or five and was being way too quiet for a preschooler. My mom found me carrying the flaming blanket to the bathroom on my tip toes, where I knew water would put out the flames. She threw the bed out a window and probably doused it with the hose. The quilt was toast. The bed had a scorched side. I learned a lesson – don’t burn stuff inside the house when you’re mom’s around.

from the Doll’s Nest in Three Rivers, CA

Elementary Childhood

Dolls, dolls and dolls. My favorite was a Ginny doll mom bought me the day before I went to the hospital when I was seven. The rest of the tradition included some new pajamas and lunch at L.S. Ayres on the Circle in downtown Indianapolis. I had had several surgeries on my mouth from birth, so for me being in the hospital was a place to play with other children with our new toys. It was not a tragedy and I never dreaded it.

Teen Years

Even older children had to have Barbie dolls. I was about 12 and learned to sew when I got Barbie and all her accessories. When I was about 13, I started roller skating. When I turned 16, Mom bought me my own beautiful white roller and ice skates. I spent many happy hours at the rinks learning to dance, figure skate, and tragically, racing around the rinks in Portland, Oregon.

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  1. You are hilarious. I infer that it’s OK to burn stuff in the house when Mom isn’t around. Hardy har.

    I loved my Tintair doll. I still have her. She is wearing her original dress, but the bottles of tint and the box disappeared. If I had them, she would be worth beaucoup bucks. I loved to color her hair. I started coloring mine when I was 14. Maybe she inspired me. I named her Elizabeth after Liz Taylor, my favorite movie star.

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    • This response is so totally you – glamorous and humble all at the same time. Elizabeth Taylor would be your perfect role model. And mine at the time was Shirley Temple. I started coloring my hair at the old age of 17 after getting my first gray hair at age 13! I didn’t have a Tintair doll. How cute. Next time I come, you must introduce us.

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