February, 1970. My dad sitting on our "davenport" which is what my mom always called it. Dad is holding new baby brother Lee who is a month old at best. I am, at 2 1/2 , holding my baby,"Susie." Susie had the poor misfortune of being dragged around by her hair. I am certain she was loved in a way equal to that of The Velveteen Rabbit. She became shabby over time, but was a constant companion.
After I had gone away to college (okay, so the college was only 4 blocks from my childhood home, a mere technicality) perhaps in a fit of nostalgia, my mom gave me one of my most treasured gifts ever.
She had taken Susie to the doll doctor and had her re-made. She got a brand new wig, a new outfit and had been significantly cleaned up. To top it all off, my dad, who was a cabinet worker by trade, built a tiny chair for her to sit on. She sits next to my bed on her chair. She is only 1 of many treasures from years past that I love to surround myself with.
She has added a bit more character over the past few years. She currently sports a purple marker splotch on her forehead lovingly applied by one of the boys. She has lost the two pretty pink ribbons in her now droopy pigtails, and her hair has a tendency to slide a bit on her head. But she is a trooper, that Susie. She has lasted through one generation already and is well into her second. I can't help but think, nothing would please me more, than to someday see her in the hands of another little child, a third generation.
Do you have an heirloom item that has been handed down in your family or do you have one you intend to hand down?