She’s A Doll
This doll, that has never been named and probably deserves one, is from my childhood. I feel as if she’s always been around. I could never let go of her.
My grandmother, whom I called “Nanny,” won her for me playing a game on the boardwalk in Seaside Heights, New Jersey. She’s pink and totally sentimental to me. Nanny has been gone for years, but the memory of her lives on in not only the doll, but the Christmas decorations, the jewelry (I’m wearing her ring now), and the countless other “items” and gifts she bestowed to me, both materialistic and non-materialistic.
When I was growing up and we lived in Bowie, Maryland, I had a bedroom with pink and white shag carpeting. I had green apple colored walls (with a poster of John Travolta from ‘Saturday Night Fever’ on the wall), and pink curtains, with a bedspread that was made up of pinks and whites and black. On that bed was also a huge Snoopy stuffed animal, another prize from the Jersey Shore boardwalk. And while Snoopy is long gone, the nameless pink doll remains a part of my world and decor.
When things are that sentimental, though they may have cost mere pennies or hundreds or thousands of dollars, they remind you of the person who gave it to you.
My doll has been with me for years and is showing only a little wear, so she’s not going anywhere anytime soon. She brings back memories and helps me remember the younger me, something I’ll always try to hold on to, for as my favorite quote from “Under The Tuscan Sun” states: “Never lose your childish enthusiasm and things will come your way.”
What reminds you of your childhood? What item can’t you ever part with?
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This idea for this post came from Wordpress’s suggestion of “5 Things to Write About Right Now.” I immediate thought of the doll…so it may have a little twist, but sometimes we look elsewhere for inspiration.
You could always name her ELLIE…for two very special “ELLIES” in your life.
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