Tis the season to remember Christmases Past.
Every year my sister Erva and I looked forward to the arrival of a very special tome. The Sears Wish Book. Most all of our presents came from that Christmas catalog. There were no Wal-Marts or K-Marts, no malls or stores where my parents could go shopping for things we might want. Sears was the ideal solution. They sold just about anything and shipped just about anywhere.
Erva and I would pour over the pages of the Wish Book. We'd ooh and aah and sigh and giggle and dream and wish. Santa was almost always listening because somehow those things we'd paused over the longest, or had out right said we wanted, miraculously appeared on Christmas Day.
We got our Barbie dolls around 1957 or 58. Mom sewed each of our dolls separate wardrobes. All the dresses were made on a treadle sewing machine, either during the day while we were at school or at night after we were asleep.
One time I got a wonderful two-story aluminum doll house that looked for similar to this one that I found on eBay. Mine was light blue and came with all the funiture (plastic) and a family of little dolls. Mom, Dad, sister and brother. But I know it wasn't $110!
When I was nine I saw a beautiful doll in the Wish Book. She was a bride doll with a gorgeous white dress and vail. I wanted her so badly.... This was during the era of our aluminum tree.
And here I am on Christmas day, in my favorite dress, with the red net petty coat, a little Bolero jacket, my white patent leather shoes, and my doll.
You know, I hardly ever played with her. I was just too much of a tomboy. Did any of you girls have a favorite doll you never played with?