This is a Valentine for my beautiful mother who loves beautiful things and takes care of them.
My last post was about a case of mistaken identity. Imagine my surprise at the following case of un-mistaken identity.
My mother found a doll in a trunk owned by her mother. She knew my mother-in-law and her sisters had a great interest in dolls that she had passed on to me and her granddaughters. She asked me to look at the doll and asked me what I thought. I’m not an expert, but I knew she was very special. Her limbs were loosely fixed to her body, but her face, torso, arms, legs and delicate fingers were intact. She was clean and her bisque face had no marks.
“Let me take you and her to the Doll Hospital,” I suggested. “I know just the place to take her near the house.”
Both of us went together. The owner of our doll hospital has been in business for decades. If anyone could tell us about mom’s doll, I knew it would be her. The owner greeted us with her “doctor’s coat”, very carefully took the doll from my mother, placed her on a “hospital bed” and quietly but confidently stated, “This is a Picasso in the attic.”
“What do you mean?”, we inquired.
“Yes, she’s a J.D. Kestner…made around 1910 in Germany.”
We left the “baby” with the doll house doctor who restrung her limbs and laundered her original dress, diaper and stockings. She gave her new shoes as Mom’s had lost hers long ago.
And so we left knowing the identity of Mom’s doll. How satisfying to have unraveled this mystery and to have had this treasure restored.
Life comes at us so fast, we put things away in the attic or trunk or on the back burner until there’s time to search for answers. Thankfully we found out what my mother’s mother must have known but we had to seek out.
What precious mysteries do you wonder about?