little bits of childhood

Little bits of childhood, lost and now found.

Oh! How I loved to play with my Barbie dolls growing up! My mom talked about giving my things to a younger cousin when I had outgrown them.  I think a little whimper came out of me, I loved them so. BFF's forever, my Barbie and me.

So I thought, even with my resistance, my mother had given them away long ago to my cousin in Missouri ... twelve years younger than I, to love.

So in 2011, when my dad passed away (my mother long before him in 1996 - and I never had the strength to go through the things in the house - my father and I lost in denial), my husband and I dug through the mountains of some fifty years of my parents belongings.

One day my husband found my Barbie wardrobe cases (three or four of them, there were!) and then a shoe box with these sad, lost little bits, that somehow hadn't made it back into their homes with the rest. Some things are Barbie, some things are Skipper and then, Skooter or Francie or someone???  All the important details have left my middle aged memory now.

They make me all smile-y again though ... 

Joining in the sweet Rednesday fun with Lillian at Cottage Sweet Cottage.