Those paper dolls - aka Cutouts - were my favourite. Once my grandmother helped with the cutting. I couldn’t get her to understand that you had to leave the tabs on so the clothes would stay on the dolls.
Yes. I had a doll you could feed water with a baby bottle and it would "pee" out it's bum. My 2 younger sisters would get dolls too and we all played together taking care of our "babies".
I had a Raggedy Ann, Betsy Wetsy, Barbie, paper dolls, and what we called a "Bride Doll". The Bride Doll was the largest and it had on a beautiful yellow (?) dress. It was too pretty to actually play with. Mostly, I just looked at it with envy; I wanted a dress like that! And my Auntie bought me one. Too dressy for school or any place else. I would cry when my Mother wouldn't let me wear it to school. I would just wear it around the house.
The Betsy Wetsy was probably the favorite. I will never forget waking up one morning, looking out my bedroom window and there she was naked, hanging from a tree. My brothers. @oslooskar, you can't be one of them since those two are long gone. Those same brothers also put a snake in my bed. To this day, I hate snakes! Wasn't ever too wild about my brothers, either.
My brothers. @oslooskar, you can't be one of them since those two are long gone. Those same brothers also put a snake in my bed. To this day, I hate snakes! Wasn't ever too wild about my brothers, either.
No, never! As a kid I played with cap guns, BB guns, sling shots and good ole bow and arrows that we all made at home. No, I'm not a gun nut at all; actually I am a very strong pacifist!
My nephew had become attached to one of my granddaughter's babydolls (they were almost twins, so this must have been at about two years old). I bought him a nice little boy doll and he had a great time with it. I'm not sure his father approved of it, though.
It's a pity that boys aren't encouraged to play with dolls. Playing with dolls helps children work out problems and family/friend relationships. If you listen to a child playing with a doll, you'll hear a lot of interesting things. You might even hear yourself as they talk to the doll like you talk to them. I could hear what my daughter was saying to her dolls and I DID hear myself....it gave me some pause for thought.
Those were great days. Here's an old photo of me with my gang, taken at a birthday party in Vallejo, California, in either 1948 or 1949. I'm second from the left.