my mother’s dolls

My mom has 3 older brothers, all of whom are quite a few years older than her, ranging from 7 years older to 16 years older.  When she was a girl, one by one, they all went into military service.

As they traveled throughout their service, they began to send my mom dolls from all over the world.  And so her doll collection began.

My grandfather created a cabinet with a glass door that was built into the wall in my mother’s room.  That is where all of the lovely dolls lived.

When I was a girl, we lived with my grandparents for several years, and my mom’s room became my room.  I would gaze at all of those lovely ladies every day, and even though I was only 5, I never dared to touch them.  Not even once.  Not even the beautiful Serbian doll with real gold earrings, just like the Serbian ladies at our church wore.

Eventually, the dolls moved to my mother’s home when my grandparents passed on.  Then when my folks moved from a house into a condo, my mom said it was time to divide up the dolls between me and my sister. While I thought we might have to duke it out over the dolls, my sister only wanted 2 of the dolls and let me have the rest of the collection.  I was amazed and grateful to have this collection that meant so much to me as a girl.  It was especially generous of her, since I lived in California at the time, and she lived in Ohio.

A couple of years later, I ended up moving home to Ohio, and now live 2 doors down from my sister.  She can visit me and the dolls, who now reside in my living room, whenever she wants to.

How’s that for provenance?

Showing off my doll collection at the Collections link party at Funky Junk Interiors.