Walkie Talkie dolls were all the rage in the 1960’s. My one special present was a gift from my parents.
Adorned in meticulously stitched garments made by my mother she had something for every occasion. She was my cherished companion and I still have her.
She is in great condition after 60+ years, just a few tiny cracks and stiffer joints than she used to have. (Sounds like me.)
When I had my long hair cut, my doll received a new hairdo, a lasting reminder of the colour of my hair. I could brush it and style it. She can still walk and sleep but sadly has lost her voice.
She serves as a reminder of the beauty and wonder that can be found in the simplest of companionships, and the enduring magic of childhood imagination.
