The Christmas Doll
We lived in a quiet little town in western Minnesota. The year was 1946 and I was 8 years old.
Our church always had the children put on a Christmas program for the parents. I had a piece to memorize. My sister was an angel. She was pretty much perfect so she fit the part.
The treat at the end of the evening was a paper sack filled with peanuts in the shell, an orange and hard ripple Christmas candy.
My sister and I had a competition on who could make the candy last the longest. She had the discipline to still have some left in January. I don’t think I ever won that contest.
This was the year after World War II was over. During the war, you couldn’t buy anything rubber. Getting new tires for cars was nearly impossible.
The reason I remember the 1946 Christmas is that I received my first and only doll. She had rubber arms and legs. Her porcelain head had blue eyes which opened and shut. I named her Carol after Christmas carols.
In those years children didn’t receive many gifts. We were given maybe one or two things.
Taking care of what you got was a high priority because you know there would not be a replacement.
Thus I took very good care of my doll. In fact, she is now 73 years old and sits in a corner of my living room. And I am now 81 years old.