I was
fossicking about on
Owen's blog the other day...the one about dolls, anyhoo that got me thinking about my old dolls.
Before I was born (I know, I should say WAAAAAY before I was born) in 1955 my grandparents sailed off to see the world since their sprogs were old enough to be left home alone. My mother had just got married and her younger brother stayed with Mum and Dad while Nana and Grand-dad were away. Well, for whatever the reason when they were in Egypt (Port Said) to be exact my grandmother stumbled across a doll. The doll stood about the size of your average 3 year old and she just had to have it. She told me she bought it for her first Grand-daughter. (I have mentioned that I have a waaaaay older brother haven't I?) I quite like the idea that she lugged this huge doll about for months before coming home to New Zealand. I guess Customs must have been easier to navigate back then!
As it turned out, that doll had to sit in a cupboard for QUITE SOME YEARS before she gave it to me, the first grand daughter. I promptly named her Sally (the doll, not Nana) and proceeded to pull her eyelashes off (again, the dolls not Nana's). They never grew back. Even after I took her to the dolls hospital to have her plaster-type arms and legs fixed a few years ago. I don't think the lashes are ever coming back. She used to have this fluffy sort of gold "hair" which was glued to a bit of cardboard onto her head. Obviously that hair is long gone, but the woman who restored Sally to her former glory has done a great job all the same. What do you think?
Of course, I often thought I shouold have given her a more exotic name considering her voyage partly round the globe but Sally it has remained. These days she spends her time sitting in an old rocking chair in our bedroom, unsmilingly because the same evil child who pulled out her eye lashes also poked in her paper teeth playing dental nurses back in about 1968!
Well, back when
Adam was a cowboy (I figure if
Mike can post female pix things on his site, so can I!) it was also quite ok for young kids in New Zealand to have a Maori doll. This is a photo of mine, I named her Pania as I have always been particularly struck by the Maori legend of
Pania and the Reef. The feathers on her cloak are real and altho' sparse, they fell out with time rather than suffering the same fate as Sally's eyelashes!
and as for NZ music month....