Sometimes, in a fit of enthusiasm, I decide to tidy the drawers out. Yesterday was just such a day. Worried about my daughter in law I didn't want to sit about (she is home again from hospital and her tests are clear I am relieved to say) so I set to and cleaned out the desk in the sitting room.
It is a desk I am very fond of as it belonged to my sister and I inherited it when she died. I tackled the stationery bit first, topping up envelopes, buying new ones and paper clips, then sorting through various cards. Then I went through the drawers and during the course of that I came across this lovely little doll. I bought it in Lunenburg in Canada a few years ago.
Lunenburg is on the Atlantic coast of Nova Scotia -such a pretty little port. St. John's Church, which is made of wood, burnt down some years ago and has been rebuilt. The enterprising citizens of the town have made various things to sell from the ruins of the old church, and one of them is this dear little doll. Another one is a cross fashioned from the charred wood of the remains. I just can't find it, otherwise I would have put that on too.
But this little doll is a delight. The label attached to her (she is made completely out of cotton) reads:
My name is Emily.
Heritage dolls like me were most likely made by grandmothers
in the early days of St John's church.
We were also called church dolls. Little girls were allowed to carry us to church and if we were dropped while playing, we made no noise to disturb the service.
(Those were the days.)