Flashback Friday -- Still watching over me
Of all the dolls I’ve had, these three have stayed with me all these years. They were made for me by a woman in Syracuse, New York. I always called Beloved “Belinda” even though her book name was Belindy. I don’t know why I insisted on this.
My mother had a small doll which she passed down to me. The poor little thing is worse for wear and must have been loved dearly by my mother. Her dress is sewn on to her so I can’t get it off to give it a wash.