I am discovering that my memories of my dolls are very slim. I probably received a doll for Christmas every year until I was twelve and the only doll names I remember are Betsy, Geraldine, and I think I had a Melinda. Grandma Emma’s middle name was Melinda and I think I may have named one doll for her.
Geraldine was a rag doll that my mom made for me and I liked her a lot, perhaps better than, but surely as well as, any of my other dolls.
One year before Christmas my Aunt Theona asked me if she could borrow Geraldine because she knew a little girl that had a doll like that and she wanted to make some clothes for her. I gladly let her borrow my doll to help provide a nice present for some little girl. I had no idea at all that the little girl she had in mind was me!
How surprised I was on Christmas morning. Grandpap Baker had made me a small wooden toy box, which delighted me, and inside it I found the doll clothes that my aunt had made. I still feel good about that Christmas gift. Geraldine has been gone for many, many years, but I still have the toy box, and I cherish the memory.
When I was looking for a picture of a ragdoll I discovered that ragdoll is so named because when they are held they go limp and droop, —I think it’s from, “limp as a rag!”. And then I discovered that there is a breed of cat called Ragdoll, and that’s because they like to be with people and are apparently the kind of cat that doesn’t mind hanging over your arm when you pick them up. I love learning new things. I wish I remembered more about Geraldine and her other doll sisters.