Di.Poppitt
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
Time to be girly now. 
During the war toys were in short supply of course, I remember I got a mecano set (not sure of the spelling) one year -aaaagh. But then I got lucky, a neighbour of my aunts had a granddaughter a tad older than me, and she had outgrown lot's of her toys - would I like them. Auntie said yes, but don't tell her, we'll give them to her for Christmas. A bike was stored in the attic until I ws big enough for it, but I got the doll.
She was my pride and joy, she was porcelain with eyes that moved and the size of a new born baby. I was at the time an only child, and longed for a sister, so I treated the doll as one and used to talk to her. One aunt knitted for us all, so when I got her she was kitted out in blue bonnet, dress, coat and shoes with white vest and knickers. Now for a name, well it didn't take me long that Christmas morning, I looked at her and knew that her name was Rhonda Karen :!:
Fast forward a few years, my sister, born in 1947, was two and was not allowed to play with RK, who sat in my bedroom on a Lloyd Loom chair. Came the day when Jennifer picked her up tried to bring her down stairs, and fell from top to bottom, hitting the stairs door and smashing Rk into pieces. aaaaah....
There is a happy ending gals, a couple of years ago I found a 1930's doll, she is not quite as beautiful, but she is sitting on a chair in the hall. From time to time if I have a chair to sell, she sits on it in the shop with a label on her arm, NOT FOR SALE.
During the war toys were in short supply of course, I remember I got a mecano set (not sure of the spelling) one year -aaaagh. But then I got lucky, a neighbour of my aunts had a granddaughter a tad older than me, and she had outgrown lot's of her toys - would I like them. Auntie said yes, but don't tell her, we'll give them to her for Christmas. A bike was stored in the attic until I ws big enough for it, but I got the doll.
She was my pride and joy, she was porcelain with eyes that moved and the size of a new born baby. I was at the time an only child, and longed for a sister, so I treated the doll as one and used to talk to her. One aunt knitted for us all, so when I got her she was kitted out in blue bonnet, dress, coat and shoes with white vest and knickers. Now for a name, well it didn't take me long that Christmas morning, I looked at her and knew that her name was Rhonda Karen :!:
Fast forward a few years, my sister, born in 1947, was two and was not allowed to play with RK, who sat in my bedroom on a Lloyd Loom chair. Came the day when Jennifer picked her up tried to bring her down stairs, and fell from top to bottom, hitting the stairs door and smashing Rk into pieces. aaaaah....
There is a happy ending gals, a couple of years ago I found a 1930's doll, she is not quite as beautiful, but she is sitting on a chair in the hall. From time to time if I have a chair to sell, she sits on it in the shop with a label on her arm, NOT FOR SALE.