The Doll

May 24, 2015 § Leave a comment

When I was two and a half years old my mother took my sister and I back to Belgium for a visit.  Today we would have flown from Vancouver and arrived in Amsterdam in nine hours.  Back then, however, there were no daily flights so we crossed the Atlantic via ship.  Here is a photo of myself and my sister with her doll taken while we were aboard ship on the way home.

Sister, I and doll

Here again is that doll, some sixty years later.  She sits in a rocking chair in the basement, waiting for my sister.

Doll 0043

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