The doll named Doddy

My grandmother

My grandmother looked a lot like me when she was ten. She had long brown hair and brown eyes a staple of Semillie family. She was short and not too skinny. She was not fat however. On her tenth birthday she received a gift which made all the others, not that she got many, seem unimportant. On that very first day she named the doll Doddy. For years and years she played with Doddy until she became too old for it to be socially acceptable. At which point she tied a string on it under the old, lead painted, worn arms. She then stuck a nail into the wall and hung the doll in the front room of their house. By the time my mother was born, the youngest of seven the doll had seen many things in that house. It likely had felt the love of a mother cooing over her children, along with a father teaching lessons of harsh love to his children. It had as well seen a ripped family. You see my mother was born out of wedlock as was I. Fighting was uncommon but when it came it struck like the black death on Europe. My mother grew up a happy child always handing down her small children's clothes age 6 to 8 weeks to Doddy the doll. Then my grandmother passed ofcourse all of her 7 children and many grandchildren were there. My mother received Doddy in her mother's will.