Photo above courtesy of Hans Heysen Collection.
He was a very well known local artist.
The famous painting is of Hans' wife at her sewing machine.
The Bride Doll
I remember well when I was a young girl
My mother sitting at her Singer sewing machine
Hurriedly making the Bride Doll out fit from left over laces and satin
For a beautiful new doll
She had scraped some money together to buy and dress this doll
As a Christmas present for my sister.
I thought the doll was beautiful
And mum made such a beautiful dress for this
Gorgeous big doll with dark hair and blue painted eyes.
As was customary in my home
I being the eldest child would receive a letter in the mail
Towards Christmas time and I would present a small card
To the Station Master at the local train station
Where by he would then hand me a large box for
Which I would sign my name.
In the box would be Christmas presents from my father
Who was estranged from our family and living his life
Hundreds of miles away in another state of Australia.
On this occasion as my mother and I unpacked the parcel
There was a surprise in the parcel for my sister.
Yes you guessed it.
Another beautiful Bride Doll.
Complete with short blond curly hair
And a beautiful lacey tiered bride gown
She was exquisite and dad had chosen well.
Now this must have presented a slight
Dilemma for my mother who promptly took the doll aside
Whilst saying nothing more to me.
It was not until Christmas morning that I found out
The Bride Doll wearing the elegant gown
And so lovingly dressed by my mother
Had been placed on my bed for me
And the beautiful blond Bride Doll was
Placed on my sisters bed for her.
Our Special Presents
From Father Christmas.
I kept the secret as I always did
From the Younger Children
They never knew that it was my job to help
Sort and wrap the Christmas presents every year from Dad.
This particular Christmas though
I remember well
Because Katherine, as I later called her
Became my first and only very special
Bride Doll.
Milli 10

What an incredible memory. It carries so many levels of emotion. Your mother handled an awkward situation beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThanks V, yes she did.
ReplyDeletelove it, I have 4 dolls that are special
ReplyDeleteThis is so special...
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing such a touching memory with us, Milli. A special memory, indeed!
ReplyDelete"I Remember "
Beautiful memory and the doll. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteSentimental and bittersweet, you write about a broad range of emotion and responsibility. How you must have treasured that doll.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet story. Reminds me a bit of The Five Little Peppers or things like that.
ReplyDelete:) Such a precious Memory Carol.. Thank you for sharing. (Hugs) to the little girl who grew up too soon.
ReplyDeleteWonderful memories.
ReplyDeletePoignant memory, Milli. Lots of responsibility you had at such a young age. Must be comforting that you still have the doll, worn though she may be. Hugs to you.
ReplyDeleteprecious memory...how beautiful she must have looked
ReplyDeleteso beautiful...nice one!!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful story Milli! Such a precious memory. Thank you so much for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteOh what a wonderful story .... such a precious memory .... moments like these are priceless ......
ReplyDeleteYou share your memories so well!
ReplyDeletewonderful story!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely memory!
ReplyDeleteI believe you got the better doll ... :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and images.
ReplyDeleteNicely done .. the amazing thing is the memory of the gift often lives on long after the gift itself is no longer around.
ReplyDeleteI'm a little late this week, but my entry can be found HERE
I am glad I read this one.
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