Pigs n' Dolls

 








Every Christmas while visiting my niece … I feel a pang of jealousy as I take in her beautiful tree … adorned with keepsakes … including many dolls from around the world my mom brought back for her from their travels. They are well made and remind me of how little I liked  anything my mother ever gifted me. 

I can recall only one gift which was very out of the ordinary. When I was in college she gave me toy movie projector that ran stories about The Three Little Pigs. It fascinated me and my hippie friends when we took acid. She had bought one for a grandchild.  I admired it and very surprisingly, she bought another.  For me. I doubt she ever said to herself … boy, I bet Paul and his tripped out hippie housemates would enjoy playing with this toy when they watch Yellow Submarine and listen to Led Zeppelin.


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