I really enjoyed reading about the antique dolls that were on display at Old Threshers.
I usually go through that building every year, just to look at the dolls, but I didn’t get to this year.
I love dolls. I came from a big family and we didn’t have much money. This was in the olden days when there were no such things as welfare, food stamps, etc.
My dad was a farm hand, so money was tight. I only had one doll to call my own. It was a baby doll that had eyes that would open when you stood her up and closed when you laid her down.
I took good care of her and cherished her. One day when I went to get my doll, her head was missing. I was shocked and started to cry.
I found my mother and together we looked for the missing head. Well, I had three older brothers, who would’ve just as soon hit me and my sisters as look at us.
Come to find out, they had lost their baseball and in the process of trying to find something to substitute for the baseball, they found my doll and stole her head.
By the time we found them batting it around, the head was destroyed. I never did get another baby doll, but I still enjoy looking at those beautiful dolls on display at Old Threshers.
Drat them old brothers anyway.
Suzanne Smith, Columbus Junction