Description of Coloring Page: folk costume, brother and sister, born at the same time, little wooden shoes, Childlike Dolls, porcelain or china dolls, felt dolls, brother and sister dolls
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Description of Coloring Page: doll with plaid skirt, bows, wide collar, composition doll, Childlike Dolls,
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Description of Coloring Page: two little girls dress and redress their dolls, cradle, pillows, playing house, watering can, baby dolls and mama dolls, color children playing with their dolls
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Description of Coloring Page: overalls, checkered shirt, cap, monkey dressed up as a small boy, vintage stuffed toy, anthropomorphic doll, stuffed animal
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The Lonely Doll is the first children's book in a series by photographer and author Dare Wright. The story is told through text and photographs. It was first published by Doubleday in 1957, went out of print for years, was reissued by Houghton Mifflin in 1998, and brought out by Barnes & Noble
in a narrated version for their Nook eReader in 2012. Wright wrote 10
books starring Edith and the bears. The nine that have been reprinted
are The Lonely Doll, Edith and Mr. Bear, A Gift from the Lonely Doll, Holiday for Edith and the Bears, The Doll and the Kitten, Edith and the Duckling, Edith and Little Bear Lend a Hand, Edith and Midnight and The Lonely Doll Learns a Lesson. Read more...
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Ah, What was that? A loud crash, and a nearer boom than before. For two days past there had been this horrible sound in the air. Boom, boom, boom, just like someone battering against a wall, which is exactly what it was. The armies of Germany and Austria, pounding and battering against a wall of my gallant countrymen. A wall that was to bend and give‚ but never break, until the forces of destruction had been utterly and completely defeated.
Ghislaine, my little owner, was too young to understand all this, and she gazed with wondering eyes at the crowds that thronged the roadway all day and half the night. A crowd fleeing from the terror that pressed hard upon their heels. A crowd of women, children, boys, girls, and, yes, dolls too; for everyone carried some small article that was precious, so that you may be sure that the girls did not leave their dollies behind. Presently our turn came too, and we were ordered to retire from the village which had hitherto been the only bit of the world we had known. Poor, peaceful little village! I had but a small idea of how long it would be before I saw it again, or to what a condition it would have been brought. Ghislaine's mother grabbed her up, she herself grabbed me, and I am sure that none of us have the least idea how we did reach the coast.
Here, too, the confusion was indescribable, and no one seemed to have the smallest notion of where we were to go, or what we were to do. At last, however, we were hustled on to a ship that was to carry us to England, the country over the sea of which I had only heard the name. Ghislaine cuddled me very close to her, for she is a wonderful little mother, although I think she was nearly as frightened as I was. We had no room to move, so tightly were we packed, and when night came no one dared show the least glimpse of light. It was awful, and I expected every moment that we should all find ourselves in the sea, upon which the ship tossed and rolled in such an alarming way.
I could not sleep, because my eyes are not the kind that are made to shut, and all through that dreadful night I stared around me at the pitiful crowd; but Ghislaine slept soundly in her mother's arms, utterly tired out. A wee, wistful child. Truly " He giveth His beloved sleep."
And then Folkestone, with all the busy landing, where we were greeted by smiling faces and out-stretched arms, Ghislaine cried when a lady took her from her mother's arms, and she clung tightly to me as we were given milk and food before being put into the London train.
Through miles and miles, and miles again, of countryside we steamed, showing no traces of the horror that was behind us, save that everywhere were the khaki boys, that through long years were to stand side by side with us and suffer and die. God bless them, every one! God bless England, and may we neither of us ever forget that we are brothers indeed !
But I must hurry on with my story. A home was found, and nobody seemed as if they could do enough for me. Much that happened I did not at all understand; for, although I knew everything that Ghislaine and her mother talked of, it was a long time before I grew to know the language of the English. Many details of our life and home I shall omit, but you must hear the tale of the new doll. Everybody loved Ghislaine at once, and before many weeks had passed by the ladies who used to visit us in our hostel made her the greatest pet of all the children there, and especially because she loved and played with me very contentedly for so many hours of each day. It all seemed very strange, I can tell you. Just a little bit of Belgium, cut out and planted down in another land where one heard the "vlaamigen" spoken in the streets almost every time we went out.
Then came your wonderful Christmas, with its games and laughter, when, once again, all the ladies did everything that they could to make life good to us strangers. When Ghislaine woke up on Christmas morning, what do you think she saw? Hanging on the corner of her cot at the foot, a stocking, very fat and big, bulging out in the queerest lumps and corners. Up she scrambled to see whatever this might mean, and there, inside that stocking, was the most wonderful treasure-house of good things, including a wonderful new dolly that positively opened and shut' her eyes. For just a moment I did feel jealous, and then I looked at Ghislaine's face to see what she thought of it. Just as though she knew what I was feeling, she smiled at me as I sat on the end of the cot, reached out her hand, and gave me one mighty cuddle that soon told me I was second to nobody in her affection.
Yes, the new dolly, brilliant with wax face, might open and shut her eyes, but I, I was the dolly that held her heart. Since then I have grown to be ashamed of my jealous feeling, not alone because Ghislaine was so loyal a little soul and stood by her first love, but because the English doll is such a good sort, and we live together the happiest and most perfect friends: a sign, let us hope, of the feeling that will ever endure between our races. Yes, the new doll was clothed and played with and cuddled just the same as I was, so that she too could have no feeling of neglect.
So the years went by, and with startling suddenness came Armistice Day and the succession of events that led to peace again, and we Belgians had proved above everything else that, though we had sacrificed much, we had retained that which counts above all else, our soul.
And then, one day, we set out upon the last stage of our great adventure, the return home. For, good as England had been to us; much as she had given with both hands, one thing she could not provide, the little Belgium, our native land.
Memories of you are very sweet and pleasant, and I am glad that I, a Belgian dolly, should have grown to know you and your English life so well, but for me always it is the little Belgium.
And so we returned again to our village home, sadly torn and wrecked by the ravages of war, but still the best place on earth, Home! I was especially nice to the English dolly for many weeks after our return, for I knew exactly how it felt to be quite alone among strangers, and many other little Belgian girls, beside Ghislaine, have played with the wonderful doll that came from over the sea with us and can go to sleep when she is laid down.
Henri was not killed, although he is very lame in one leg; but now that we are all together again, what does that matter beside the many who gave up the greatest thing of all, their life?
And so ends my Great Adventure.
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Did you ever see two more curious dolls than the Mongolian lady and the Manchu gentleman that are shown on this page? There is no need for me to tell you much about them, for you can see for yourself the splendid silks and charming colors in which they are dressed. Chinese dollies are certainly amongst the most wonderful of all the world's dolls, and remarkable copies of the living people that they represent.
Almost every phase of Chinese life is shown by these dolls, and if you were a Chinese girl it is quite possible that you might have one dressed as a farmer as he appears when walking in his rice fields. And a very curious fellow he looks too, with his straw garments and big straw hat. He wears no shoes upon his feet, because he is always working in the wet fields; for rice always grows in fields that are soaking wet, and shoes would quickly be ruined.
Two more unusual Chinese dolls that I should like to tell you about are the widow and chief mourner. When a man dies, the widow mourns most extravagantly, and at the funeral she cannot show too many signs of her grief. The clothes worn, both by the widow and the chief mourner, are made of hemp, and strange hats are placed upon the head. That of the chief mourner is the most remarkable of the two, for in the front are three large tears that are as big as oranges, and which are bought with the hat.
Representing a lady and a gentleman from Mongolia.
Dolls just exactly like these can be bought in the shops, and you would be greatly surprised at the marvelous modelling and coloring of the faces and limbs. Everything about them is perfect, even down to each tiny finger and toe. Years ago it used to be the custom to bind the feet of the better-class Chinese girls so that they could not grow very big; the smaller the feet, the more beautiful she was considered to be, and I have seen a wee Chinese dolly with the tiniest feet, and correspondingly tiny shoes splendidly embroidered in vari-colored silks. A poor, pitiful little figure she looked, and one can but be glad that this cruel custom is now a thing of the past, although dollies are still made to show how the living girls used to be crippled.
Not only are wonderful dolls made that are exact models of live people and their clothes, but other objects are manufactured too. For instance, there is the coolie doll and his barrow. He wears short pantaloons that only just reach to the knee, a short coated tunio with a broad sash, and a twisted turban-like cap of the same color as the sash. Pad! pad! pad! His bare feet flop over the road as he trundles his barrow in front of him. This barrow is quite different to the English one, for it has a big wheel towards the center, and it has two feet at the back to balance it when stood down. The top of the barrow is quite flat, with two boards at the center, so that the wheel does not rub against the baskets or whatever is being carried. Usually two large baskets are roped upon this, one on either side, and thus goods and merchandise are carried from place to place.
One of the most showy Chinese dolls is the girl bride ; and how very different she appears to our own English girl who is going to be married! Brilliant color and embroidery are a great feature, including the shoes, which are simply one mass of finely worked silk. Down the front of the skirt hangs a kind of apron, gorgeous in gold and silver embroidery, the sleeves of the coat being similarly decorated. On her head she wears a cap upon which beads and strings of beads are lavishly used, with a covering for the face that comes nearly to the waist, and over which strings of pearl beads are hung. Her hands are most carefully concealed, it being the height of bad manners for these to be shown.
Of the more common dolls that the girls play with, there is a great distinction in the way they are dressed according to the age they are supposed to be. A young girl doll would not have a skirt, but a pair of silk trousers reaching to the ankles, while she wears a piece of her hair loose and hanging over the right shoulder. Should she be a young lady, however, her hair would be gathered up beneath a close-fitting cap; instead of the trousers, she would wear a long skirt, from beneath which only her toes, with their tiny shoes, would show.
In Central China, where they are less civilized, dolls are nothing like so good as those I have described to you, and are but crude representations indeed. One that is very common is made of china, a squatting figure with a round head and funny little short arms. The head is the most life-like part of it, and the whole is decorated in different colored paints, then burned and glazed. There is nothing lovable at all about it, but the other and earlier described dolls are certainly as perfect as anything that is made in the most up-to-date European factory.
Ah, but yes ! I do want to tell you all about myself, and my country, and my dear Ninette, who loves me so much.
Perhaps it is that I do - how do you call it? - "speak" - yes, yes, that is it! - "speak" your language in the funny way, and you will laugh at my English, but that matters not. We do understand each other, there is le hon camaraderie, and if you speak the French to me - well, I laugh also. I have been in your wonderful land and seen your London, and I like it, but La Belle France, that, to me, is better. For I love my land; I love my Paris; I love my Nice and Toulouse, with its wonderful churches; and I love Ninette.
For myself, I am a Parisian, one of the most accomplished and exquisite dolls in all the world; but now I live in Nice, the Land of Flowers, where the gay sun is always smiling and we all smile too.
For Ninette, nothing is too good. Alphonse, the old gardener; Marguerite, her nurse; Jeanette - how we all do love her, and how she does love us in return. Her kiss is the sweetest thing in life, and, though I am only her dolly, when those soft lips caress my cheek and the same lips whisper in my ear, something inside me stirs and leaps in a way that would surprise you humans. My hair is fair, with a rare gleaming gold in it, for, of course, it is "real" and once grew on the little head of a southern peasant girl before it adorned my own head.
And my dresses! Of course, I have numberless Parisian dresses and hats, so that I am fit to appear upon any and every occasion - une bien elevee, as the aristocratic French girl is called. All of these beautiful clothes were packed into a - how do you say it? - case? - no, a little trunk. Ah, my little trunk ! It is so chic, and every one of my so lovely dresses does just pack in, so that nothing is spoiled. Yes, it is very good and quite charming. With this are my shoes and gloves - again, good. Dainty little shoes, and slippers to match my dress or frock. My tailor-made gown for outdoors, my morning gown that I wear in the house until after dejeuner, my glorious evening dresses! Never, never, never would you find so well equipped a dolly as I am outside La Belle France. My lingerie, my brush, and toilet requisites - all are perfect. And what a chattering there is, and how we all laugh together, while' Ninette is changing my clothes and making me look so pretty to go on the Boulevard with her! Yes, she is the most " spoiled " little girl in Europe, but, ah! how sweet and attractive and vivacious! From early morning, when she has finished her cafe an lait, long song, and it is to me just so good to be with her when the night has come as it is while the light is with us. Every night she unrobes me and puts me to sleep close beside her, and I shut the eyes - ah, yes! - just the same as she does do. In the winter-time, many and many people from your country do come to stay in Nice with us, and, indeed, we are then the very cosmopolitan country; for, to escape the fogs and the dullness of other colder and less sunny lands, many people of all nationalities do come. And so we are always gay and merry with the charming people, and always the flowers.
Often when we are out, Ninette and I, we meet the English girls with their dolls, and one day last year I did see an American girl with her New York doll, that walked by her side just like a live thing. It is possible that you have heard of this, but to me it was new, and I did stare. For this dolly walked - yes, walked! - exactly the same as her proud young mistress did. I would that I could have talked with them; but no ! the English of Ninette was not good, for she is a very little girl, and the French with her has to be first.
One day she will it speak as I can write it, and then she will perhaps see London and New York and the other wonderful cities of the earth‚yes, it is possible.
And now let me take up the tale and tell you something about the wonderful French fisher dolls that are shown in the picture. These are real French dolls, dressed by the coast peasants just in the ordinary everyday clothes in which they work and live. The old lady in the center is a typical fishwife in her holiday dress, with lace apron and handsomely embroidered shawl and lace cap. On the left is her daughter, with striped skirt and knitted cardigan, carrying a basket of fish and one of the nets. Notice that she is bare-footed and wears no stockings, because of the sea in which she so often wades to bring the catch ashore when the menfolk return. On the right hand is her son, a hefty youth with his wooden- soled sea-clogs, and oilskins rolled up in his hand. Except that he has slipped out of his oilskins, he is just as he went to sea and stepped ashore. Over one shoulder is a coil of rope, on the other his trawl with the cork " bobbers," as the English fisherman calls them, that float on the surface and show the position of the net in the sea. Everything is complete, just as you see the fishermen day after day in Brittany, with their stockinette caps, which at one time are worn with the bag flopping loose, as shown in the photo, and at others rolled over so that they fit closely down upon the head. Do you notice the little clay pipe that is grasped in his right hand, and, above all, the old retriever dog? This dog is quite as much a sailor as his master, and never fails to go to sea on every trip that his master takes. Indeed, he would rush about the quay whining most pitifully if, by chance, he were left behind.
It is a hard life for both the boys and the girls who have to earn their living in that way, and the mother, too, works almost equally hard in her little shop where the fish is sold.
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