Last week many of you mentioned a doll as your favorite childhood toy. Guess what I found while treasure hunting in my personal museum (aka garage)? Am I happy to see her again? You bet. The old girl brings back many happy childhood memories—like receiving a wardrobe of lovely clothes my aunt handmade her, hiding all three of her wigs from my sister who loved to cut doll hair, and playing for hours with my cousin who had a Barbie house. But one fact is irritating the living daylights out of me. This gal still looks the same after all these years, and I don’t. Bummer.
What are your Barbie memories?
I was born in 1949, my sister in 1950. My Barbie memories are that I didn’t want one. My younger sister did and got one but I favored the Ginny Doll which I got. I have one tucked away that a friend named Ginny gave to me. I was in my thirties.