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A Picture from Edna

I wonder how many women are still alive who remember the Sparkle Plenty baby and the doll that was made of her back in the 1940s.

I was seven years old and I was writing a letter to my two girl cousins in Baltimore City. I was so excited about my new doll, Sparkle Plenty, and I wanted cousins Tootsie and Carolyn Via to know. The two cousins were the same age as I was; Carolyn, the younger cousin, has been dead now for eleven years. My cousins’ mother, Aunt Gertie, saved the letter and more than fifty years later sent it to me one Christmas. What a surprise it was. The paper is extremely thin and brittle, but fortunately I can preserve it for posterity with my digital camera and a scanner.

The ultimate question remains; is there any posterity who would ever be interested in these “vanishing memories” and long ago, faded scriblings of a little girl growing up on the shores of tidewater Maryland.

The image, Letter to Tootsie, was originally uploaded by barneykin. It is posted here from Barneykin’s flickr account.

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The new year has come and Annie is gone. She has greeted so many, many new years at my home, but this one comes to find that Annie no longer lives here. My husband and I have spent the last months of the last year trying to de-clutter our home. Not totally mind you, as I know better than to do that. If I were to remove ALL clutter from my home I would feel myself a stranger in a strange house, and I would forthright begin a tireless quest to replace the missing clutter.

Raggedy Ann Doll

That is how Annie has come to be absent, along with hundreds of LP albums that we no longer used, photography developing equipment, stacks and stacks of saved magazines that I have treasured through the years such as “The Magazine Antiques” and assorted miscellany. Annie was a big girl, a big ragdoll and a big bit of clutter, so she was tossed.

However it is only Annie that I miss. I knew it would be like this and that is why I photographed her smiling face, just before I tossed her. Now I am regretting that I did not photograph her heart also, just to verify that it was yet stuck to her chest. But I didn’t. I just tossed her into the bin destined for the local hospital’s Thrift Shop. She had been here so long, played with by so many grandchildren, that she had lost some of her clothing and, most horribly, her right foot. Her cotton batting innards were spilling forth. I am weary of mending and fixing, so I pinned her detached parts to her and said good-bye. She is such a delightful creature that my heart felt certain that another clutter-loving Thrift Shop shopper will find her appealing and restore her lost dignity. Annie has been recycled to another home, I hopefully tell myself.

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