Usually I post only a brief story about why someone is looking for a particular lovey, but this is one time I have made an exception. I have pieced together parts of several emails she sent, so if it seems to repeat, that’s my fault, not hers.
Please read this story prayerfully.
When I was a baby my parents brought a doll to me in the hospital. She was a baby doll with a music box in her back. It is kinda like your picture, but she had a sweet painted smiling baby face made of hard plastic, and her mouth was open. It was not a doll that moved with music though.
She had yellow piping up her sides and her shoes were of yellow felt that were molded with cardboard inside of some sort. I remember that because the back of the heels were worn.
It was a cloth doll, and I think it was a white faux fur body, with the yellow piping. The yellow piping was on the sides of the legs that went down to the yellow felt feet. It was like she was in a hooded bunting.
She was maybe 10 inches tall, but it was not a very fluffy doll. It had a skinnier body, not a very full plush one. I think it may have been from 1980, the year I was born, because I don’t remember ever not having that doll as a child.
The baby doll had a small circle crank on her back for the music box inside her. I can still remember the song, even though I will probably never hear it again.
The song was not a typical “doll song”. If it was anything I suppose it sounded like a waltz – A song people would dance slowly to. Maybe a waltz that was a love song?
The song spoke to me as a child and I always imagined people at a costume ball waltzing to it in Victorian gowns with powdered wigs. That seems so strange I know. But I just remembered that detail from childhood, and it seems very silly that I would be thinking of a Victorian costume ball with people waltzing to a love song at abut 4 years old. But I did.
It kind of makes me sad to think about her. My step mom threw her and a lot of my other toys away, along with my baby pillow and baby blanket. Yes, it was extremely cruel and mean. I think that probably makes me the most sad, because she threw it away. I will never ever hear the song again. I cried a lot when I was little. My mom was always in and out of the hospitals, because she is schizophrenic and bi polar.
But that doll is from when I was born. When ever I cried, if some one wound up the doll for me or if I wound it up I would stop crying. I know it sounds pathetic, but even when I was like 12 and up, I still had the doll and would wind it up if I was sad or crying, and it would make me feel better.
If anyone could help me find a doll like her I would be forever in your debt.
I have tried so hard and still haven’t even figured out the name of the song that it played. I have kind of given up and come to realize I may have failed miserably. It’s a touchy subject for me. It sounds silly, but I have cried over that doll more times than I can count.
My childhood was not stable or very happy often times and it was the one thing that was always stable that could always cheer me up. She was kind of like a best friend that can’t be replaced no matter how hard you try – Your attempts just make you sadder and more hollow each time.
I’m sorry if that sounds miserable to you. Good luck though and thank you.
This is not her doll, either, but the fur bunting she described would have looked something like this.
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Searching for a toy – Originally posted 03/30/2008
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