Attached are photos of Aunt Jenny’s doll.
I inherited Jenny’s doll.
There’s a special clause in Jenny’s will regarding said doll.
The doll must go to me.
But carrying no explanation.
Jenny’s doll is at least 60 years old.
Our cousin JR mailed the doll to me.
In pink tissue paper in a cardboard box.
I don’t remember the doll.
I don’t remember her name.
A happy childhood anecdote linked to this doll?
JR does not know details.
Just that Jenny always wanted me to have the doll.
JR does not know the doll’s name.
Her temporary name is Margaret.
The name of my childhood friend.
Gretchen and Margaret mean the same thing.
We both wore bows in our hair.
All our aunts are gone now.
Would anyone in the family know the story?
Did I spend my toddler years with this doll?
She must have been as tall as me then.
But not cool for a teenager.
Poor doll, re-wrapped in pink tissue paper.
Wearing a boring flannelette nightie.
What shall I do with her now she’s mine?
Love ♥ Gretchen
Email to My Cousin © Gretchen Bernet-Ward
Friday 3rd April 2020