Am I the only one who wonders about her lost toys?
The doll in the picture is Baby Sue. She was the first baby doll I remember.
I loved her so much I gave her baths, slept with her, took her on baby carriage rides, and washed and ironed, with my mom’s help, her clothes.
I still remember how flexible she was, with bendable rubber legs and arms; the intent expression in her eyes; and the the way her painted on brown hair never got mussed up.
So why did I abandon her?
I know I moved on to fancier dolls: Chatty Cathy, Tiny Tears, Kissy, Barbie, and a nutty doll named Shrinking Violette.
And my mom, like most moms, was anxious to clear out, to share our old toys with kids who needed them.
But in recent years, I’ve thought about Baby Sue more and more. I think there’s something about menopause that sends us thinking back, years and years, to our very start.
At best, Baby Sue is in someone’s collection somewhere. I don’t like to think of the worst.
At least I have this picture!
I miss you Baby Sue!
What about you? What toys would you love to have back again?