It always happens this time of year, Mother's Day and my thoughts turn to my Mother. Like most everyone.
My Mom and I were very very close, as typical with most oldest female children and their Mom's I suspect. Or at least us lucky ones. She died when I was 19 and newly married. It was a very difficult time to say the least.
Over the years time has softened that loss, no doubt about it. For the last 6 or 7 years my memories of her are good and easy to visit and no longer lots of pain and tears.
I found this rag doll when I was a kid, digging thru the old cedar chest in Mother's bedroom. It was hard for her to get on to me, as I was not destroying, I was searching for those parts of history that made up us. Even all the way back then, it was something I needed to see and know about. When I discovered this doll, Mom picked it up and held it and then told me about her grandmother (who lived with them) made it for her. Hand drew the face and tied on the hair ribbons. (click the photo to see others of the doll)
I've always kept it in that same cedar chest that was handed down to me at the time of my Mother's death. I've decided with the arrival of Mom's namesake, our baby Marilyn, the rag doll needs to come out. I have to find a safe way to display her, under glass most likely. Just think of all the memories and stories that are in every tear stain on the old fabric.....
Hope you all have a great Mother's Day!
10 comments:
That is so sweet - what a treasure!
tina
Oh gosh...now I'm going to cry!
You have something that has touched multiple generations! That is so great! Those handmade things are the best.
Oh my GOD woman you made me cry. You are not allowed to do that.
Ack...don't cry yall! ;-D
Milkmaid, My Mom died when I was in my 20's, and I still have her doll also...
Very touching Thanks xoxo
love that thumbnail and want that ragdoll.
Wow! that's pure treasure to have something like that.
When my Mom died I found a poem she wrote. I prepared myself for the tears and then I read it. It went something like:
Here I sit, on my numb ass,
waiting for the time to pass.
There was more in there about her "lard-assed boss" and some other stuff. LOL! I should have held onto that. Maybe one of the other girls have it. She had a few poems in her cedar chest. Mom was a real romantic.
What a wonderful doll and what a wonderful past to be passed along at the appropriate time.
I am fortunate, my Mom has been diagnosed with a terrible lung disease a fair time ago but she is still around. Handicapped what she can do but she is still around. I think I owe her and extra big hug this weekend.
Enjoy the memories of your Mom on this extra special weekend MiMi.
Happy Mother's Day, Milky! You made me cry.
Happy Mother's Day, my dear friend! Don't ask if I cried...I'll deny it. ;)
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