Christmas of 1921 Mother asked for a doll with hair but she didn’t get it. Her Mother died a few days later and that doll with hair apparently took on mammoth proportions in her mind. I was 4 or 5 when she got me a pretty doll with hair. My cousin, Lois, called me August 19, 2007 regarding Mother’s recent death. We talked about family and in that conversation she mentioned my having a doll with hair. She said she and Betty didn’t even know there was such a thing as a doll with hair until they saw mine. [I assume they felt about the same as Mother did when she didn't get her doll with hair; it's now been over 60 years and it is still a strong memory in her mind and Betty has mentioned it to me as well.] I told her about Mother’s request for such a doll in 1921 and Lois said she thought that was a totally new thing when I got mine (in other words, they thought I was probably the first child in the world to be given a doll with hair).
After my daughter read my story about the doll last year she commented: “In the hall closet on the top shelf in a sack was this really cool doll with very curly, brown hair. The doll was in pieces but I wanted to play with it anyway. Grandma would pull it down and let me play with it, she would tell me that that was my mother’s doll when she was little. Grandma promised to give me that doll when I was older. I have no recollection of ever having been given the doll nor do I know where it is. I hope to come across that doll one day, I will have it repaired.”
Although Mother had the broken parts to my doll in a sack in a drawer in her hall when Kay was a girl, by the time she moved into a senior citizen apartment the parts had apparently been lost.