On my road trip home, we made a stop by my cousins’ house
just across the Oregon border in Washington.
When I was there I spotted a doll that looked vaguely familiar to
me. My heart began to warm inside. I spied with my eye an American Girl doll,
McKenna one of the dolls of the year. I
felt somewhat aged (although I am 18 years older) as I was not up to date with “dolls
of the year”.
Me, Molly, Abbie, McKenna
Abbie was going to come up for Christmas, and I promised her
that we Molly (from the WWII era) and McKenna (from today) would have a play
date. I’m not sure who was more
excited, as I reached into my closet to grab Molly’s clothing trunk.
I have such fond memories of playing with my doll, who
travelled with me on vacations, attending birthday parties for Molly’s friends,
furniture made by my dad, and clothes homemade by my mom and aunt. I attended an American girl fashion show,
listened to Addy’s (Civil War era) story at the bookstore.
It was such a joy to play with Abbie, as we dressed our
dolls in their jammies, winter coats, and then their party dresses. Molly says, thanks for coming over McKenna!


