Me and my rubber doll.
I'm including the rest of the photos of this doll in this final post.
This photo was taken in our little house on Euclid Street in Vancouver, by the front door.
I'm behind my Mom's sewing box. I loved this box; it was filled with her crochet books, knitting books, knitting needles, yarn, etc. It had a lovely smell. It was red vinyl, with a cream trim on the front and a large button in the middle. Yes, my Mom still has it in her bedroom!
I loved this grey rocking chair.
My Dad often rocked me in it when I had bronchitis, so I could breathe.
It had a lovely comforting creak.
Baby Leona has joined me and my rubber doll.
It looks like I'm actively engaged in entertaining her with my rubber teddy and my doll.
My Mom told me that once I took a rubber teddy with me to Safeway in my stroller and I lost it and was heartbroken. She went up and down the aisles but couldn't find it.
This is a really good picture of my rubber doll.
Recently I discovered this photo in my Mom's album; I had never seen it before!
I'm positive that's my rubber doll with her back turned to the camera.
You can see the knob of her pony tail.
I loved pushing my dolls in my stroller.
Amongst the wrapping paper and the thrill of new gifts lays the rubber doll.
It's strange that I never named her.
My next post about the rubber doll will show a clear photo of her, and a new dress!
She has been naked for so long, poor thing.
I double checked the back of her neck, and it does NOT say Rexall like I thought: it says "Reliable" with 1217 stamped above. I used a good magnifying glass with a light.
So there's yet another clue. Reliable dolls were Canadian made dolls.
My very first doll was a Reliable doll.
Here is PART ONE for the rubber doll story,
and here is PART TWO.