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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;Bronwen, post: 382020, member: 5833&quot;]I was supposed to be a child when she was in a period when she was feeling like being a mother &amp; to be self sufficient when she didn&#039;t want to be bothered.&nbsp; A wise person once observed that she treated me like a hobby.&nbsp; I&#039;m an only, so it was a bit, uh, intense.&nbsp; Let&#039;s get back to dolls.&nbsp; Oh, she still had my Barbie, but Ken, who was given to me as a birthday present by a friend, was not there when she died.</p><p><br /></p><p>She bought all the doll house furniture and many dolls from a little business called the Doll Hospital, run by a woman named Kay, who was older than my mother.&nbsp; Imagine my surprise at finding, when making disposition of my mother&#039;s possessions, that not only was the Doll Hospital still in business, Kay was still alive.&nbsp; She must have been 90.&nbsp; I know what she gave me for the beautiful furniture, which was real wood &amp; some of it upholstered, plus a number of Madame Alexander dolls, Barbie &amp; her trunk of clothes, was ridiculously low, but I also knew she would get them into the hands of people who would appreciate them.&nbsp; I kept only the first Madame A I was given, the stocking topper the Christmas when I was, I think, 5, a little ballerina in a pink tutu who has jointed knees, and my mother&#039;s Shirley Temple doll, in her Stand Up and Cheer dress.&nbsp; Shirley is standing in a case on top of my display case.&nbsp; Kay I know once brought Shirley&#039;s eyes back into place &amp; re-curled her hair.</p><p><br /></p><p>Bradley, this is what you get when you don&#039;t keep the thread on topic![/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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