Cat has been busy scanning our Grandfather's slides and she emails any that are amusing or that she thinks I might like to have.
This is me with our brother and our other sister. I am holding the only doll that I ever owned. She is named Mary - which is my very blonde sister's middle name. It was a very grown up name for both a doll and a little girl. When I was not playing with trucks and blocks I was telling Mary my little girl secrets. Mary had a few different outfits which my mother had made on a treadle Singer sewing machine – cursing with every stitch – though her worst word was "bloody".
I still have Mary though her glass eyes are now cloudy and spooky looking. She lives in a container in my son's storage space.
Note the matching dresses. We had an elderly relative who gave us each a "lump" of material every year for Christmas. Imagine how exciting it was to open that present!! A pattern was given to our mother. The material and pattern were then given to a lady in town who sewed the dresses. I don't recall ever seeing photos of all three of us in matching dresses so I think Cat might have missed out on this joy. She probably got years of hand me downs though!