Sunday Favorites - Raggedy Ann Revisited

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because we can shake the cobwebs

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with you all again.

Dear, Dear Raggedy Ann.  She is only 45 years old.

The stories she could tell. 

She was with me since I was an infant.  I took her everywhere.

I couldn't go to sleep without her.

I used to launder and iron her little clothes.

She rode along on my trike and then in  my flowered bike basket.

I brought her along to my Gramma's house for a summertime visit (1970).

Against my wishes, I left her behind when I went to visit cousins.   Pepe' the Mn. Poodle

chewed off her foot!   My Gramma called my Mom LONG DISTANCE during the DAY 

so worried about telling me!   My brother, 5 years older than me, (age of 12) had to 

sew on a new foot constructed from an uncle's black sock.  Can you 

imagine the "goings on" in that house all afternoon.   My Gramma

was afraid to show me when I returned.   I wanted to cry, but I was a big girl 

and acted like it was okay.

Now let's fast forward to the 1990's.

I had the cutest little Miniature Schnauzer,

BusterBoy.

Buster was such a good boy.  He was very smart.

He could do a lot of tricks.   He was my baby before I had my son.

He was my true companion.   

I had Raggedy sitting on a rocking chair in my bedroom.

I walked into my room to see her lying on the floor 

with her eyes ripped off!  Whatever possessed him to do that - I don't know.

I just don't know how to repair her.  I don't think that I can.  

Her material is soooo old.  45 years old.  

She sits on my closet shelf.  Staring at me with her poor 

little shoe button eyes every time I open the door.

I'm afraid to take her out of the closet.   I don't want to lose her eyes.

Afterall, she still means so much to me.

And Jacob pointed out through it all she still wears her smile!