My Beloved Grandma and Grandpa passed away in the last 6 months. They are the ones who raised me from the time I was 14 months old. My Grandma was the one who instilled in me the love of dolls and would pick up various dolls at the Goodwill, Salvation army thrift store, or one of the many Garage sales she would frequent. I have been tasked with helping to clean out her house and get my many childhood belongings out of there. On Friday I decided it would be a good day to start. I began with the upstairs of the house as that became the dumping ground of overflow stuff that time forgot. I think you know where this is going. I opened a random box only to discover a very beautiful early sexed Sasha baby girl. She has white stringing in her arms and legs and hand painted eyes. They have a lovely lavender shading that I have never seen previously on my other baby dolls. She was a little grubby and has had a bath and hair wash, but I love her even with her flaws. I have named he Mickey after my Grandma (that was her nickname from her roller derby days that stuck with her all her life). The very funny thing is that this was not one of my childhood dolls. I think she picked it up somewhere and put it away for me as I would have been too small for it in the early 70's. Maybe she just forgot about it as I got older. At any rate I feel as if I just received a great big hug from her. Now when I gaze at Mickey I will always remember my Grandma.
