Remember When?

A new challenge! 
I started this blog for myself – not really to gain any kind of audience or to write prolific posts. It’s just my personal writing outlet that I can pick up or put down whenever I like. But this month, I’m trying something different. I’m participating in BlogHer‘s National Blog Post Month – or NaBloPoMo. Every month has a different theme – this month’s theme is GIFT. And each day there is a prompt to inspire my blog post. On this the busiest month of the year, I’m going to at least commit to trying to post daily. So here goes – 
Today’s prompt is “What’s the first tangible gift you remember receiving?”
I’m totally dating myself here, but the first tangible gift I remember receiving was on Christmas morning in the early to mid 1970s. It was a Mrs. Beasley doll. I was about four years old. I’m sure there’s a yellowing picture of me in the back of some junk drawer holding my Mrs. Beasley, but since I can’t find one, here she is. 
Remember her? 
I used to love wearing her little black plastic glasses and I thought her blue polka dot outfit was super cool. Her body was soft and huggable and her hands were freakishly realistic. 
She was the doll from TV’s “Family Affair”, a show which I barely recall ever watching. She went everywhere with me. And she fit perfectly in doll carriages, the back seat of our also super cool station wagon, or in my twin size bed with the Peter Pan sheets.  
The pull-cord on her back made her talk to me and say the sweetest things. Her outfit didn’t change, but if I remember correctly, her little skirt could be tied and untied. So there was that. She wasn’t a Monster High doll with parts that come off or a Barbie doll that was sleek and beautiful. Mrs. Beasley was just a kindly old lady living in a doll’s body. And she was a friendly face that greeted me each afternoon when I got home from kindergarten. 
But then her hair got all matted and kind of gross. And she was lost to the Toy Box forever. 

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