Nora has played with wooden toys once loved by her Daddy but even though she had seen this doll, only a few days ago did she begin to play with it and "mother" it. She has rocked the baby to sleep in her wicker rocking chair, wrapped her in a blanket and carried her around. This doll was mine when I was a little girl, and although her face and hands and feet are well preserved, her cloth body is worn and stuffing is showing. This baby is like the skin horse in the Velveteen Rabbit book, she is "real"- she has been well loved, a good thing when you are 70 years old!
I was older than Nora when I got this doll, 7 yearrs old. My best friend and I were in second grade. We played after school, had sleepovers, dressed her kitten, and talked our mothers into getting us matching dolls. Mignon got hers first and named hers Wendolyn, called Wendy. I named this one Gwendolyn, called Gwen. We played with the dolls and treasured them. We also loved being friends, and still are to this day! I do not know if Mignon still has her doll, but this one continues to delight a little girl.
I will do my best to repair the cloth tears and keep her stuffing in because Nora asked me to fix her!
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