My mother, Dollie Manning, was a very gifted doll maker. Years ago, she made the as many as 80 porcelain dolls for each of the Sewing for Dolls events that Mildred Turner, Terri Johnson and I held around the country. Additionally, she provided dolls for several similar schools sponsored by Ellen Nickerson in the San Francisco area. Mom also made tiny 3-8″ dolls that Lezette Thomason marketed and for which Lezette had drafted patterns. Then there were the dolls she made for our daughter Rebecca. That’s a lotta dolls.
When 8 year old granddaughter Laurel discovered that there are 3 storage bins of dolls in the garage, she just had to see them. She was allowed to select one to keep and she chose this very unique baby who had lost a shoe through the years.
You don’t often see a doll crying but Karoline (the name given her by Laurel) had tears that looked real.
Then I told Karoline’s story to Laurel.
When Rebecca was 5, her grandmother “Nannie” gave this doll to her for Christmas. Rebecca was delighted because she had never had a crying doll. After being examined a few minutes, “Karoline” was handed over to Nannie who said she would comfort her.
After Rebecca opened a few more gifts, Nannie handed Karoline back to Becca, saying that Karoline had quit crying and was happy now.
Rebecca was awe struck! Her Nannie could do anything! A few minutes later, Rebecca resumed opening gifts and Nannie again took the doll in her arms. After all the gifts were opened, Nannie quietly handed Karoline back to Rebecca, shhh-ing to indicate that Karoline was now asleep!
That was too much for even a 5 year old to buy. So Nannie removed Karoline’s bonnet, which was attached to her braids, and revealed her three faces. It was a magical Christmas. Rebecca played and played with that doll.
Laurel is equally enchanted. We spent the afternoon scrubbing the scuff marks on her porcelain arms and legs, laundering her 30 year old clothes and rebraiding her hair.
Laurel was so eager to dress her again that she used my blow dryer on the wet dress, bonnet, slip and panties.
I ironed them, threw in a lesson about irons and pressing, then introduced Laurel to the puff iron. The elastic in her bloomers had to be replaced, adding more delay. Finally, she was in Laurel’s arms where she remained for most of the next 24 hours.
The doll was given, in part, in celebration for Laurel’s first time serving as acolyte that morning. She has waited a year for the opportunity and is finally tall enough to reach the candles. So her time had come.
We were so proud of her. She managed to light the candles, hand the offering plates to the ushers and not burn the church down. Successful acolyting, indeed.
Meanwhile, Robert Charles did some woodworking with his grandfather, worked on the book he is writing about football, and then scaled the holly tree where his father had climbed one Easter morning, making us late to church.
And then Rebecca sent this picture of Vivian Rose, in sweet slumber, wearing her coming home daygown. She has found her thumb and life is more peaceful at her house now.
Grandchildren are just SO wonderful!