Dolls – live, small & talk! | Grandma’s Stories

Oct 22nd Dolls – live, small & talk!

When I was maybe “5 years old” and this was in the early 40’s, I especially liked to rock myself , in my mother’s “Boston Rocker.” That’s the best kind of rocker to have. For the adult person, you sit so securely in the barrel forming halfway around you, with armrests just at the right height. Your arms rest so well and with a baby in your arms, you could rock peaceably, forever.

This rocker was so sturdy, because I would rock and rock, with such power, I was able to turn it over a couple of times without , killing myself! Those armrests were just at the right space and length, with my arms stretched out, I was secure.

Here’s what turned on the energy. We had a radio sitting on a shelf, and out of my reach, in my mother’s bedroom, that looked like a little house to me? The top tapered up to a point roof – making it look like a two-story type house – center and lower dials, windows – knobs, door – the area for the stations, more windows, to my way of thinking.

My Mother, would turn the radio on for me to listen to as I would be rocking, and -Here’s the SECRET! The radio did not come on immediately like today, the bulbs and stuff had to warm up. Then , only me and that radio and all of a sudden all these voices, singing and performing, or a story and all just for me! How could I get these little live dolls to talk with and play with, since my dolls did not sing and talk to me?

So, as I rocked, and enjoyed listening to the radio, I was trying to think of a way to rescue those talking small people , so they would be the best toys I ever had! I could put them in my pocket and take them outside to play in the sandbox, and everywhere I would go, they would get to go, too!