CATEGORY: EARLY CHILDHOOD
PHOTO: RUBBER DOLL FROM THE 1930’s
Somewhere in the mountains above Dayville, we lived near a saw mill where there were gigantic hills of saw dust. It was a place where we lived in the summer time when our father must have been working at the saw mill. I think this was when I was three and Mary was four. We loved to play on those sawdust hills. One day Mary made a sawdust bed for her doll and carefully covered it up with a sawdust blanket. She tucked it in and kissed it good night. That was the last Mary, or any of our family, ever saw of her doll. This was the tragedy of that year. Dolls did not come easily during the depression; it was Mary’s only child. Oh, the tears, the tears!
About forty years later, someone who was bulldozing old sawdust piles and had known our family during those long ago years, found the doll and let my sister know about it. By that time it was too late. She told them not to return it.