It was a cold, lifeless day in the winter of 1865. The snow was falling in glistening hills of white outside our cabin window. Mother was sitting by the fire, working on one of her many projects. She sighed as I paced past her for what must have seemed like the hundredth time. I was only seven years old, after all, and there wasn’t much to do when we were snowed in the cabin.
Mother sighed again as I approached her, and she covered her craft with her arms. I asked what she was making, but instead of answering, she asked me to take care of the supper dishes. I obliged, grateful for something to do, despite how much I disliked scrubbing dishes.
Just as I finished my chore, Mother stepped into the kitchen with a smile on her tired face. She told me to come over to her, and I did. From behind her thick skirt, she presented me with a small gift – a doll made from her finest Sunday handkerchief! With delicately embroidered flowers around the hem of the doll’s dress, and a dainty lace bonnet about her head, she was absolutely perfect. I gave Mother a hug and ran off to play with my new doll.
For many long winters, the doll brought comfort and entertainment to me, but most of all it brought memories of my dear Mother, working day and night, endlessly, to care for the family, but never forgetting the joy found in a simple child’s toy.
Copyright February 2020 by APZ
PHOTO: This doll was made from a vintage handkerchief that I found at a nearby antique mall. It was a favorite and is now SOLD!
My daughter "LEAHZ" and I write these short heirloom doll stories. The idea came from my daughter when, one day, she told me that I should use my creative writing skills to write a unique, one-page historical fiction story for each handkerchief doll. And, so, we joined up together and started writing! We hope you enjoy these sweet little tales! Angela Free