Today is the day that we publicly love and honor our Dad. I wrote this post as Mom and Dad's lives continued to be in transition. We are at another transition time today. Dad's departure impacts the landscape of our lives. I should add that BOTH Mom's Dolls and Dad's Doll are coming home to New Orleans with me. Mom's are already there, Dad's girl will be coming south on I-55 with me to New Orleans. There may be France in her future. We shall see. Thanks to everyone for your love and support during this difficult time.
From the Archives-11/8/2014-The dolls at that estate sale that Kat and I went to recently, unnerved me and made me sad. They foretold our future: dolls who would be without a home and looking for one shortly. And not just "dolls", but hundreds of dolls. It made me return to 411 to look around at who I could take home with me to France, as I already have with Cathy, Jacquie Kennedy, Buddy Lee, and my Russian girl.
One of the dolls I've always loved is the doll we've called Dad's Doll. Mom loved to buy old dolls and fix them up, as well as collect new ones. Dad fell in love with this baby doll. For years, she sat on his chest of drawers. She then moved to the living room when Mom and Dad began sleeping on the first floor. I remember Mom putting it in a place that would be easy for Dad to see.
I thought about taking her, but first I wanted to be sure that it was okay with Dad. I realized there was another question I should ask him first: "Dad, would you like me to bring your doll over here to Hidden Lake for you?" And you know what, he said yes.
So, Dad's Doll made a trip to Hidden Lake yesterday with a box of baseball cards and a lantern/radio/flashlight combination. I nestled her in a spot that Dad can easily see. She's right where she needs to be, with my Daddy!
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