Happy are they who still love something they loved in the nursery:
They have not been broken in two by time; they are not two persons,
but one, and they have saved not only their souls but their lives.
Some of my best memories of childhood are those of my paper dolls. I had boxes and boxes of them. Grandpa and I used to head to town every Saturday morning. He'd give me a little spending money and I would head right for the store to see what new books came out. One time there was an extra special book in the store. I couldn't believe it. So many paper dolls in one book. But I didn't have enough money so I ran out of the store to find grandpa. To my chagrin, he REFUSED to give me anymore money. Not only was my heart broken that I couldn't get that book, by this was the first time my grandpa had EVER refused me. Cried all the way home.
I was obsessed with my paper dolls. No magazine was safe. Grandma used to hide her McCall's because I'd been known to take Betsy before she was done reading. Which is why I have this on my Wish List at Amazon
And I ordered this already. Wonder how it will feel to cut out some paper dolls after nearly 60 years.
Have a good one.