Larisse

LARISSE Do you want to be happy?   Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away Gone from the earth to a better land I know I hear their gentle voices calling, Old…

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Laura Laura

LAURA LAURA I have dolls.  Being a girl in the South, you grew up with dolls and there were some that you played with and some that you just looked at.  My mom has some china porcelain dolls that her grandmother brought over from Germany…

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Chris

CHRIS I think I was probably in the second or third grade and I loved dolls, but we were very poor.  I had no dolls.  I did have one that came with a cereal box or something, but I never had a real doll and…

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Josefina

JOSEFINA Hoy (Today) Looking out my kitchen window, I see Josefina sitting on the deck with her swollen legs sticking straight out as she combs the hair of one of her many Barbies.  Soon she will make them dresses in happy colors of red and…

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Cheryl’s First Story

CHERYL’S 1ST STORY I was in the second grade when we wrote letters to Santa.  In my letter to Santa, besides asking for a doll that had a baby carriage, I had to write what else I wanted.  I asked for a warm winter coat…

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Daraj

DARAJ I had a job being Santa one year.  It was at a local community center.  Most of the children got on my lap and asked for the latest doll that was advertised on TV.  I would sneak a look at their parent to see…

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Marcy

MARCY My main situation with dolls is that I never wanted to play with them when I was a little girl.  They were not realistic enough for me, and that pretty much summarizes my whole personality to this day.  And I kind of really didn’t…

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Gina

GINA I collect black dolls.  Not for the same reason other people I’ve met do it.  I don’t understand my fascination with them other than that I’m Cuban, and in my country, as a child, I really didn’t like being this white.  I have always…

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Geraldine’s First Story

GERALDINE’S 1ST STORY I was born in Dublin.  My mother left me for America when I was 8 months old.  I was brought up by my grandparents, and when I was old enough, I attended school in a convent.  My mother would send me packages…

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Constance

CONSTANCE 2 Teaching the Alphabet Wrong We were children in an orphanage in Switzerland, the German part.  It was in a small village.  I did have a mother somewhere.  She would come and get me once in a while.  I was forced to be with…

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