Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child's loss of a doll and a king's loss of a crown are events of the same size.
Mark Twain (1835-1910) humorist, writer and lecturer
when I was little I had a raggedy ann doll, according to my mom I carried it everywhere. in 1956 I lost my raggedy somewhere between philadephia to san diego. I was flying to san diego with my nana and "dodo" after having spent the summer with them while my mom, dad and brother moved from florida to california. my folks wisely thought it easier to get settled into our new home without an active toddler underfoot. my grandparents didn't exactly know where raggedy went missing - the plane stopped a couple times before arriving in san diego. when I discovered raggedy was gone, my mother said I was quite inconsolable.
then I got better.
some weeks later, a package arrived at our home. inside the package was raggedy. I was ecstatic and I resumed my practice of carrying raggedy every where I went. she never divulged where she went or what she did; and it is a mystery as to how raggedy made her way to her new home and to me. all my mom can remember is that one day a package arrived from st. louis addressed simply to "the little girl" with our address on la dorna drive. inside was raggedy. no note and no explanation as to how she found me.
as I got older I eventually quit carrying raggedy everywhere. however, by then she became a very ragged raggedy - the fabric of her face was soiled to a permanent deep tan, one eye had fallen out and her original dress had long gone missing; but, I loved her as every child loves his or her oldest childhood friend.
as a 'navy brat' my family moved frequently and raggedy happily moved from one home and one place to another. over time raggedy simply became a decoration on my childhood bed. when I left home for college I did not take raggedy with me. one year I came home; my room was redecorated and 'repurposed' and raggedy was gone. I like to think that maybe raggedy felt as I was off starting a new life, so would she start a new life and she picked up and resumed the journey she abandoned oh so many years before -- with my raggedy this is a strong possibility.
it's funny, I will on occasion think of raggedy. when I see an old raggedy ann a wave of nostalgia hits and I wonder what my raggedy is up to these days.
now for something completely different, girl anachronism by the dresden dolls
photo: ellen's childhood friends, austin. september 2010