Wednesday, May 2, 2012



Notes To My Kids: Little Stories About Grown Up Kids

For  Jane...

By  Jeffrey W. Turner

 All little girls love baby dolls and you were no different.  From when you were a baby to your pre-teens you had an army of dolls, and later Barbie’s, that filled your closets.  And still do I might add seeing the box filled with Barbie’s in your room at my house.  These little likenesses of kids, babies, and moms came from many stores but one of them came from a store that was more than a cookie cutter Toys R Us or discount store.  Instead the source of it was a magical little doll store near our old house on Monterrey Drive in the Handley area.

On a stretch of Lancaster a few old buildings had been restored and were filled with small businesses. One of them was Enchanted Dolls. I do not know how we found out about it but I took you there to look a few times. We would drive down Handley, swing onto Lancaster, go past the Red Rooster lumber yard your granddad Tom liked to shop at, and park in front of the store. We would go inside and would be in a different world. That world was one of fine custom made dolls and not the ones that were made by the millions overseas that flooded the look-alike stores. These dolls were sometimes very expensive. Being little the price was not your care, but the huge array of these sometimes lifelike dolls was. You walked around the store in wide-eyed silence tugging at their clothes, stroking their hair, and holding them too. The lady that ran the store was obviously enthralled by your interest, of course she wanted to sell some dolls, and helped you try to find the perfect baby doll.

You mom took you there too and on at least one Christmas you got a fine doll from there. It was not cheap, nor was it the most expensive, and looked like a real baby girl in appearance. You named “her” Alice and she became your favorite doll. You dearly loved and adored Alice and played with her so much MeeMaw had to sow her back together at least once.

Like all of your dolls you treated Alice like a real child when it was in your little arms. You would play like she was getting a bottle and tried to make her burp. Or sing her a lullaby. These simple actions imitated life and time went on around these playful times as you got older. And get older you did and finally stopped playing with your dolls having outgrown them for sports and boys.

Since Alice from Enchanted Dolls is not at my house I assume she is at your mom’s in a box or maybe standing in a corner staring at your now empty room. Regardless of where she and your other dolls now lie they are an allegory of life in a way. As I said above, you played like you fed and cared for Alice and her fellow doll-mates and that play taught you how to care for a real baby of your own. Maybe that is why girls are more natural with babies than boys sometimes. The boys play sports or army but not with dolls when they are little. Of course what boys play with teaches them other things that are just as important and valuable too – things a man shows a boy to be a good man. But the doll play, again, shows a little girl what to do with an infant when she is a mom. Hence that little doll named Alice from Enchanted Dolls cast a magical spell on you, one that will now make you a better mom simply by having cared for it like a child so innocently and lovingly so long ago.


Jeffery W. Turner
Jeff has published two books of memoirs, the story of a marriage before divorce and another after divorce, Notes To Stephanie: Middle Aged Love Letters and Life Stories and Notes To Stephanie: Days Remembered. His current WIP is titled Notes To My Kids: Little Stories About Grown Up Kids. When he is not writing he is involved in IT Projects and loves cooking.




baby dolls said...

Baby dolls are looking very cute and girl is looking happy with them,in my opinion dolls are the most precious things for baby girls, actually they are just like friends for them.

Jeff Bacot said...

The only way I could ever get my sister's attention or anger her when we were young, was for me to steal her dolls. Enough said.
Good stuff. Well done, Jeff.

Jeff Turner said...

Thanks for the comments everyone, much appreciated.

Ruby Johnson said...

I was glad to learn of the Enchanted Dolls store. I have an antique doll that needs repair and would love to see the poor doll's leg put back on. Your post was touching.You're right girls love dolls and I bet there's not one woman who doesn't remember the name of their first doll.

Jeff Turner said...

Thanks Ruby. I hope you like Enchanted Dolls on the east side of town.

Jeff Turner said...

In my second book "Days Remembered" I have another doll story titled "The Doll You Bought". If you liked the one here you might like that one too - a different story and lesson of course.

George said...

This next project of yours might the best yet--it's reading that way.

Kate R. said...

I loved this post. It brought back memories of my childhood.I am sure I became a physician because I use to have a doll hospital filled with sick dolls-missing arms and legs, eyes that wouldn't close or open. I was intent on fixing them. A refreshing read. Thank you.

Jeff Turner said...

Thanks kate - doll hoispital? My daughter had so many dollies it was like that! Thanks George - perhaps so since over time one's writing does get better.

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