Tales from the storage locker Chapter 2
Tuesday, 6 May 2008 21:26This doll is the oldest toy I have. I don't remember who gave it to me. Keep in mind I grew up in Alabama, and dolls like this were either antiques or not thought twice about. I imagine it's a collector's item by now, and is probably more valuable than all my collectible Barbie dolls put together. I don't even know what to call this doll -- a flippable pickaninny? Seriously, what the hell do I call it?
Here's one side:

When you lift up her skirt and flip her over...

She needs a little cleaning, but it's part of our history... and worth some coin. Anyone who wants to call me a racist for owning such an item and/or writing about it is wasting their time. I shouldn't have to defend myself over a childhood toy.
Here's one side:
When you lift up her skirt and flip her over...
She needs a little cleaning, but it's part of our history... and worth some coin. Anyone who wants to call me a racist for owning such an item and/or writing about it is wasting their time. I shouldn't have to defend myself over a childhood toy.
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7/5/08 06:41 (UTC)ZOMG
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7/5/08 16:43 (UTC)Mine's a country girl and a bride. Mom's a country girl and a town girl.
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