Sunday, December 13, 2009

Thoughts on Rag Dolls

My mother was born in San Francisco in 1912. She died last year, here at home, peacefully in her sleep. I miss her companionship and her always good advice.

My mother and I had a great relationship...not always the case with mother and daughter. I have a brother. To her he was the "cat's meow"..but I was the whiskers!!She said that I came out of an anniversary champagne bottle! Always partial to boys (she ADORED my husband and took his side on every decision) she found a kindred female spirit in me and we had some great times and a lot of laughs together. She was smart and funny and a superb straight man.

When I was about 8 years old, she made a rag doll for me.

Every Thursday afternoon a few of the neighbor gals got together to visit and chat and sew while waiting for all the kids to get home from school. Dubbed the "Busy Fingers and Fancy Doers", many a sad tale, family crisis, health problem and loving advice was aired over darned socks, embroidery projects and mending. It was here that my rag doll was born and lovingly sewn. Named Drucilla, by my mother, she appeared in my Christmas stocking. It was the best Christmas present I have ever received. Drucilla lived a long and happy life!

Recently, my mother whispered in my ear...make a rag doll. OK..so it wasn't quite that clear...actually I was in Michaels and saw a book on how to make rag dolls...The image of Drucilla came flooding back and I found myself irresistably drawn. With granddaughters and Christmas looming, I thought I would try to see if I could work some rag doll magic. What a treat it was to make those dolls..it came easily and I thought of what fun my mother must have had making my doll for me. It really is the little things. Before I knew it, my husband was involved, making little beds for the dolls. He even donated a couple of old sweaters so that I could make cheerful winter dresses for them.

Maybe I should channel the spirit of my paternal grandfather, a tailor, because I don't think my dolls are quite as expertly made as Drucilla was..but the love is in there passed on to me from all my female ancesters. And now I cannot stop making them. It's like a flood gate has been opened and I am finding real joy in creating these little rag beauties. Thanks ma...once again you have given me the best Christmas present ever!