Category Archives: Childhood

Making Room for New

As I mentioned in my last post, we got back from our “vacation” in Florida late Friday night.  I put vacation in quotes because it wasn’t really a vacation in the sense that we think of vacations.

My entire family—brother, sisters, their husbands and wife, all my nieces and nephews—all gathered for my parent’s memorial service last weekend.  My dad passed away in February and my mom in April.  It took this long for everyone to be able to be together, and that was the most beautiful thing, that we were all together to celebrate my parent’s life!  So, even though it was a sad weekend because they weren’t with us in body, they were with us in spirit.  I know it made them happy that we were all together.

My sisters and I also had the job of going through their home and either donating or taking things that we wanted to keep with us.  We donated bags and bags of basic items, but those special things that had memories for us got saved.

My mom loved music, and while planning my parent’s memorial mass, we couldn’t remember if my mom’s favorite song was Ave Maria or Amazing Grace, so we had both at their mass.  Afterwards, I found a little music box, that plays a song as you wind the crank, in my mom’s dresser.  I thought it was cute, so took it home with me not knowing the song it played.  When I got home I took the time to listen to its tune—it played Ave Maria.  Okay, Mom, I get it, Ave Maria was your favorite. ❤ ❤ ❤

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There were a few sets of items that needed to be divided up because the memories were so dear.  For instance, a set of porcelain ducks and bunnies, four total—two of each, my sister and I each took a duck, and my other sister took the set of bunnies.  My mom couldn’t part with the bunnies either; she inherited them when my grandmother passed, so she had all four pieces.  These were Easter table decorations from when I was quite young; the ducks were at our house and the bunnies were at my grandparent’s house.

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My little duck will be residing in this display cabinet.  He will hang out with the two Kitchen Fairies, which were gifts to my mom from my daughter.

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My mom’s two squirrels (the larger squirrels) are visiting us at the moment.  They will travel around visiting other family members throughout the years (my brother’s creative idea!).  They even made a new squirrel friend at our house.  Hmm, wonder where they will go next.

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 It was a full weekend finding the perfect spot for our new mementos.  Being surrounded by some of my parent’s things is like a warm hug from them both; everywhere I look are memories of them.

I felt since I was bringing in so much new, I had to get rid of some of the old, so we went through our stuff and donated what we no longer wanted or needed.

As far as dolly related working goes, this is all I managed to get done over the past couple of weeks—five sweaters knitted!  I will get them blocked today . . . at least.  Don’t they look a mess right off the needles?  Thank goodness for blocking.

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Well, I’d better get started with my day.  I need to go to the post office and collect two weeks worth of mail, yikes.  As for dolly things, hopefully, I’ll be able to do more than block those sweaters.

Have a great day everyone!  Thanks for reading.

Oh, I have a new doll on the way!  I can’t wait to introduce her to you!

A VERY Hard Week

It’s been a very hard week indeed!  This past week I lost my mom.  For years she’d been fighting a very brave battle with that horrible disease we call cancer and finally couldn’t fight it any longer.  For her, this entire year has been agonizing.  While I am grateful that she is free of her suffering, I miss her terribly.

In addition to this being a very hard week, today is the two month anniversary of my dad’s passing.  I guess you could say my family has had a doozy of a year and we’ve only seen the first quarter go by.

I believe I got my love of dolls from my mom.  From a very early age I have the sweetest memories of my dolls; I think they were linked to so many happy times shared with my mom who was usually so busy keeping house, cooking, and taking care of a large family.  My mom gave me my first Barbie doll when I was three years old and she must have spent countless hours making clothes for my doll because she made all of my Barbie doll’s clothing and I had a lot!  I specifically remember waking up one morning and seeing my doll modeling a beautiful new dress made from one of her old dresses.  I remember the day she handed me a new Midge doll for no reason.  And, I remember wanting a Crissy doll so badly when they were brand new.  I got one for Christmas that year and an entire wardrobe for her made by my mom.  So, yes, when I think of dolls those memories that include my mom are at the forefront.

My mom was my first sewing teacher, and was very good at it even though it wasn’t her passion.  I believe I was only 7 when she entrusted me to run her sewing machine.  I have no idea what I managed to make at that age, but it started my love of the craft and probably became my very first activity that I was passionate about.

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It was so hard finding a photo with my mom and I from years ago; she was alway so busy.  My uncle (her brother) caught her here with me giving his new son a bottle.

And, here’s a photo from not that long ago when she shared my happy day with me.  This photo seems like it was taken yesterday and she was younger than I am now.  Oh my goodness, how the years fly by…!!!

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I love you Mom!!!  I’ll miss you every day!


Back in My Studio Again

Hello my dear reader friends.  It’s been a long week away… yet again.  My dad passed away last week, and so, I was with my family.  I had actually planned on visiting my dad as he wasn’t doing well, but upon touching down in Florida I got a feeling, which proved to be true.  He passed the night before.  Since I had such an early flight no one wanted to tell me the news until I got there.  It’s funny, but I had no idea, no feeling, until we landed.  And then, it was like a veil was lifted, and I knew.  It is still so sad to talk about, but I  wanted to share with why I’ve been away.

Here’s a photo of my dad, with my brother and I, taken in the mid 1960’s.  You can see how much we loved our daddy.

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I may be a little slow getting back to normal with my dolly things, but I am sure going to try.  I was playing around a little today with Penny and some new wigs and eyes that arrived while I was away; that was fun.

Thanks for reading.  Bye for now.