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| Future American Doll & Toy Museum |
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| Our Guardian angel |
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| Cloth Dolls |
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| Moving In |
Today, a life-long dream started to come true. We took possession of our doll museum
building, and began moving in cases. I
put post-it notes on them to remind me which dolls go where. All my dolls won’t fit; they really are a
doll universe, but a good representative grouping of each category will fit,
along with a small reference library, a few doll houses and miniatures, and a
nice selection of toys, antique to modern. Framed paper dolls will grace the
walls, and others will “live” organized in filing cabinets. One case will hold seasonal dolls and
artifacts, and other will be a small gift shop.
I had a lot of fun last week at the Kane County
show sponsored by Karla M. I sold three
copies of With Love from Tin Lizzie, a History of Metal dolls, out of just five that I brought, and I was
thrilled. There were many friends at this show, people I’ve known for years,
literally we grew up together. Many knew
my late parents, often referring to my patient Dad who brought Mom and Me as
“the man in the car.” I was there to
help my Friend Diane R. with her lovely booth, and I learned a lot, and am
learning a lot, in the process.
These folks are my family, and I felt from them love,
respect, and credibility, more than I got in over twenty years of teaching , [my
awesome students notwithstanding], more than I ever felt working in the courts,
or in private law firms. I loved the
law, loved the clients, but the culture was something else. In this group of like minded doll folk,
though, everything was different. A
lovely dealer named Peg donated a box of lovely 70s Barbie furniture to the
Museum. Pam G. and I spent the time
conversing about all kinds of dolls. My
friend Marion Z. and her sister Suzanne were there, and so were Marianne and
Jerry from Galena. Fritzi had a wonderful display, and Laverne
and George Koddy were there; I hadn’t seen them in years. I met some of my Instagram and Facebook
friends as well. Quite simply, everyone was kind and
supportive.
There was no creepy doll garbage, and no doll divas. Thank you to all of you, my extended doll
family, for your support, and kind thoughts.
Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to move forward with this
project. Thank you, dear, sweet Dianne,
for finding room in your car for all our treasure, and to your friends Tammy,
Debbie, and their husbands for the fun and great conversation. Here’s to next
time!
