Wordless Wednesday: 95 Years Old, Dolly Goes to School
My daughter's social studies assignment requires her to find a bit of family history, get the scoop on it, be prepared to talk about it, write an essay on this "hidden treasure," and provide a visual aid to accompany the written report. She chose my grandmother's porcelain doll as her treasure. For years this doll sat inside a paper bag in a desk at my parents'. Last year, I took the doll to an expert and learned that this dirty old toy had a cash value of $900. That was interesting to me but essentially meaningless because the value of the thing was that it had been Gram's. The woman who evaluated it helpd me clean it, gave her a new wig, added a hand, repaired the joints, and hugged her over and over again when she gave her back to me. That's the way it is with dolls. Clean and respectable, Dolly is going to school sometime soon--sometime after my daughter writes her bio.