Nanna's Journey

There is not a lot left of my childhood. Lot’s of happy memories of course, but only a couple of items.

My Walking Doll, who’s name changed like the wind and had just as many haircuts as you can see. It’s hard to remember that her hair once fell in gentle waves around her shoulders. So apart from the balding Mohawk, she really is in great shape for a 1960′s doll. Faint traces of pink nail polish grace her fingernails. Her eyes still open and close and have their thick black lashes, but on closer inspection, I might have given those a little snip too!

The only other items I have are two much loved and read books. The Complete Adventures of Blinky Bill and The Complete Adventures of Snugglepot and Cuddlepie. Many of the pages are loose and dogeared, so they will have to be handled very carefully. My name written so carefully on the inside covers in large childish print. It’s a shame the dust-covers have long ago disappeared, but I can just imagine how tatty they must have been. Looking at my careful colouring in of one of the pictures feels like a moment frozen in time. I can actually remember doing it!

What absolute joy I will have reading these to my own grandchild, reliving my own childhood! I just wish I still had all my Enid Blyton books.. especially the Folk of the Faraway Tree!

My mother kept my baby towel and gave it to me the day my own first baby was born. A white threadbare towel with it’s red hospital stamp still visible on the hem. So threadbare and delicate I was only game to use it on each of my babies when they were newborn. You can imagine how I felt when I spotted my teenage son using it, ripped in nice sized squares to polish his car! “Oh sorry Mum, I thought it was just an old rag?” So the towel is now sadly long gone.

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