memory: I was five years old. My father came home from work with a big, heavy box-for me! It opened in three pieces on the livingroom floor. My eyes widened in amazement-it was a beautiful baby doll-I had never seen one like her before. She was made of heavy rubber-with features so sweet and pure-hands just like a baby's-little tiny fingers and littler toes! I bit of hair-all rubber- sat atop her little head. I remember seeing babies faces all over the open box. My mother told me that a lady photographer took pictures of real live babies and then had dolls fashioned from these pictures-how babies smile, move, etc. I was so thrilled and excited to own this, what I later came to be none as, my CONSTANCE BANNISTER DOLL. Her name became Candy--all those years ago.
Candy is still with me-and my grand-daughter loves her, too. My hope is that Candy will be passed on down the line from generation to generation along with that person's own story about my Candy Girl-as I call her. She is a bit the worse for the wear and tear of all these years-I want to have her fingers repaired-if someone knows of a place catering to doll repairs in the Brooklyn NY area? I would be very grateful.
The only regret I have about Candy is that I did not keep the original box she came in! How wonderful that would have been. Yet, the memory of that night over fifty two years ago is as clear as if it happened last night. I would not trade Candy for all the sweets in the world! One last thought-she still cries when you squeeze her little tummy-real hard, now-after all-she isn't that young anymore.....
state_lived_in: NEW YORK