It’s hard to imagine a better dream than this. Mummy and I were at a Christmas doll show where I got an antique doll maker. It was a gray machine about the size of an industrial microwave oven, in the shape of a hat box. I made three antique reproductions with it. They were about eighteen inches tall, made of celluloid like the Ideal and Toni dolls from the late forties. They all had different colored glass eyes, old fashioned upswept wigs, and fabulous gowns, coats, shrugs, stockings, and shoes. There was an older lady there with a doll maker too. She made two dolls. One had a burgundy Christmas skirt with embroidered sugar plums. I took my doll maker home, and Theresa was in awe of the dolls. I made another with an ivory satin bridal gown. She had steely blue almond shaped eyes and a honey blonde wig. Theresa nor I thought that she was as impressive as the first three.
Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog
Ron is taking me to what he says is the oldest Ukranian cemetery in America today. The Headless Horseman was a Hassian soldier. Woody, my wooden soldier, who I got from Georgia, is a Prussian soldier. They were here before the Revolution. I was reading about the Huguenot cemetery that my brother and I passed when we road the Strasburg train through Lancaster in the free newspaper that I picked up at Doll Outlet where I got Mamie Eisenhower. I used that in Fanging with Claude. TTYL... ✨
