Journaling:
Santa Clause brought me this doll for Christmas in the mid 1950’s. She was under our tree one Christmas morning. I couldn’t believe my eyes! My parents did not have much money when I was growing up. I had just read the book, “Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm” so I named the doll Rebecca. I have so many memories of my little brother and me playing with Rebecca and talking for her. My mama also had made some adorable clothes for her. I remember being so surprised and happy. We didn’t get a lot for Christmas, but Mama always made it special. I kept the doll and the clothes in a doll suitcase until I was grown. After my mama passed away, I had moved out on my own. I left all of my things in the attic at Daddy’s house. He eventually remarried and sold the house. I completely forgot about the things I had in the attic until a few years later. Daddy didn’t get them out of the attic when he moved. It was too late for me to get them, although if that happened to me now, I would go to the house and ask the new owners if they might have come across them. I wish I had. Perhaps they would have still had the clothes. I can only remember what one of the doll dresses looked like. I have no photos of them. I don’t know how I managed to hold on to my doll, Rebecca. This doll brings back so many fond memories to me.
I am tearing up because I want so badly for you to have those doll clothes. My boys are fascinated with my doll collection & I'm the seamstress for all their plushies' pulled stitches. Thank you for telling Rebecca's story. Thank you so much for joining the storytelling challenge!
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