The flea market was over. I glanced under a table and saw this in a box. Twenty five cents! I can imagine a grandmother sitting in a rocking chair, seventy five years ago, crocheting. Even the undergarments are crocheted. In the purse is a quarter from 1945. I smile whenever I look at this work of love.
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I inherited one very similar to that!
It is remarkably well preserved for its age - it has obviously been looked after.
I've seen that doll before but never thought about its history until now.
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