A Blast from The Past
October 27th, 2008The last time I moved, a lot of stuff went to my mother’s place to be stored in her already crowded storage room. Well, she went in it recently to find that some of what was in there had been damaged by water, mold, and termites. She’s been slowly going through the boxes, seeing what could and couldn’t be saved. Much of the undamaged stuff was what we had brought with us from almost 30 years ago when we left New York.
I don’t remember bringing a lot of personal stuff in the move, but what did come with me were the dolls I had at the time. I had 12-inch Kenner Luke and Leia figures and a Mego Diana Ross fashion doll. Of course, Luke and Leia were almost totally devoid of their stuff; Luke had his boots and Leia had her gown, and that was it. I actually made clothes for them. Diana was only missing her shoes. My mother called to ask if I wanted to keep them, and I said no. I have two pretty good versions of Luke and Leia now, and I really have no use for fashion dolls beyond a few loose parts. She was going to give them to some little relatives of ours, but, apparently, they didn’t want them. So when I visited my mother recently, there they were. Diana still in her gown, Leia in a dress I had crocheted, and Luke in a handmade blue “suit”.
I looked at Diana and thought, “I could save her.”
When I was over there, I didn’t get a chance to look her over to see if anything drastic needed to be done. The hair has to go for sure; I wasn’t very crazy about it when I first got her. I distinctly remember tearing that gown at one of the seams. The shoes I can get from some vintage toy outfit. I don’t know how 70’s-era plastics have stood up over time, but even if the body hasn’t fared well, I’m reluctant to replace it because female AA bodies are so rare. If I can’t repair the gown or if it’s degraded, I can think of a very nice gown to get her. There has to be someplace that sells 70’s-style doll wigs or something close to it.
I’m not quite sure why I want to save this doll. All I’ll do is put her on a stand and put her on a shelf somewhere. I guess I could say my dolls were one constant at a tumultuous time in my life. Even when I thought I was too old for dolls I still packed them up and took them wherever we moved. And thirty years later I’m back to playing with dolls.
Some things really don’t change.

