The story of one doll. How to find her for mom?
I want to tell you an amazing story about an old doll, which by chance has become our family heirloom. Photo: Julia Sun, personal archive So, one of the cozy evenings, my mother and I, talking about everything, looked at photos of various dolls. Mom suddenly became sad and, with the words “Eh, my doll …”, began to gather home.
I also was sad, understanding the reason of my mother’s sadness. And the thing was this. Mom grew up quiet, obedient girl, she had a little toy. Once she received as a gift an unusual doll of Germanic origin. Oh, how good she was, with crafty, flirting eyes, a smiling mouth, snow-white teeth … Sometimes it seemed to her mother that the doll was “alive”.
Needless to say, this beautiful foreigner was very dear to her. Then one day a cousin came to visit, who liked this doll very much, liked it so much that the grandmother told her mother to give it to him. Mom burst into tears softly, but did not dare to disobey … A few years passed. Mom, being already an adult girl, being a guest of her sister, unexpectedly found her darling torn to pieces, lying in the far corner of the closet … I, pensively continuing to examine puppet photos, suddenly decided that I would certainly have to find a similar doll for my mother. But how, and most importantly, where? Mom had a photo with this doll, but, unfortunately, we could not find it. First of all, I posted a post asking for help on one handicraft forum, being a regular. The reaction of forumchanok was ambiguous: someone was firmly convinced of the failure of this venture, someone indifferently shrugged their shoulders, some wanted good luck … In general, I must say, I was completely depressed when suddenly one of my virtual handicraft friends wrote to me, living in America. She offered to start searching for a doll on an overseas website, which I then had no idea about. And began the operation “Search”.
We desperately and daily monitored online auction. My God, what dolls were sold there … But the prices for them, which were initially quite democratic, “skyrocketed” by the end of the auction. Moreover, the search was made difficult by the fact that I “saw” the doll only from the words of my mother. Once we were lucky, it seemed to be similar, but its cost …
Even with all my love for my mother, I, alas, could not afford to buy such a beautiful woman. In complete despair, tired of searching, my friend and I had already decided to quit this venture, when suddenly I caught one lot, with the ability to “buy it now”, containing photos of very poor quality, but even in such pictures the doll resembled my mother’s something (or I already thought so), but only the face, body and hair were different. Its price was adequate. And we decided to take a chance. Began tedious waiting. In order to somehow brighten it, in addition to all other things, I took up the study of information about dolls of the past centuries, which turned out to be very exciting. In addition, new knowledge is never superfluous. And, finally, that important day has come. The doll arrived.
I was holding the box and was afraid to unpack it. I was overwhelmed with thoughts: “And what if she doesn’t look at all at all?”, “But what if she doesn’t like Mom?”, Or … Unpacked. Squeezed her eyes. She opened her eyes. It was not just a doll. Out of the box, a creature of extraordinary beauty carefully looked at me, slightly worn from the road, slightly disheveled, slightly grimy …
Carefully taking the doll out of the package, I began to examine it, or rather, we looked at each other. The doll was “live”! Carefully holding her on my knees, I began to read the story of this traveler, carefully translated for me by a friend (the original, written by the hand of the former owner, was attached). That’s what it was: A little story This doll belonged to my godmother aunt. My aunt was born in Minnesota in 1904.
Her parents were of German descent, and her grandparents left Germany in the mid-1800s. My aunt was a nurse and did not get married until she was 63, so this doll was for her a child. She may have sewed a pink dress and petticoat. The apron may be original. The doll is in the same condition as when I received it. I did not try to clean it, because I did not want to hurt it.
I don’t need a doll, as I have three very active grandsons, and no prospect of having a granddaughter. All the best! Ted Beise Photo: Julia Sun, personal archive Then, having decided to examine the doll for damages, I found on it the stamp of this content: 370 A.M.-2 / 0X-D.E.P. Armand Marseille Made in Germany
Surprisingly, the doll with dull, muddy photos turned out to be an antique piece, which is more than 100 years old! And it was made at the factory of the famous puppeteer in 1900. Photo: Julia Sun, personal archive. I carried the doll home and thought about one thing – if only she would like Mom. The excitement was in vain. I timidly asked my mother: “It looks like”? In response, my mother handed me an old photo (yes, the one with the doll, it was found, it came out of nowhere!).