At The Doll's Hospital

       In a short time Mrs. Brave began to feel better, and, by the time the ambulance returned, was able to stir about.

       "Let us have a look at this broken leg," said Doctor Quickenquack, examining Mr. Brave. "Ahem! I think, Miss Bossem, after all, we would better use

FIRST-AID TREATMENT FOR BROKEN LEG: 
Place pillows under the leg to make it more comfortable, but do not move the patient before the doctor comes, unless absolutely necessary. If necessary to move, place a board or an umbrella, one on each side of the leg, and tie in place, (or tie both legs together if it seems advisable) using bands of muslin, handkerchiefs, or triangular bandages. 

His mother was sitting next to the bed.

       "After we have Mr. Brave in the hospital, we'll put that leg in the right kind of splints and bandages," remarked the doctor, as he and the driver and orderly placed him on the stretcher. " You'll be running a race like a boy in a few weeks," he continued encouragingly as he seated himself beside the patient in the ambulance, and the nurse helped Mrs. Brave to a place.

       ''Like a tortoise, I'm thinking," said Mr. Brave, trying to joke above the pain, for oh, how his broken leg did ache.

       Clang! clang! clang clang! sounded the ambulance gong, and in less than a few minutes they were at the Dolls' Hospital.

       The next morning little Ibee came into his father's room, where his mother was sitting beside the bed with her scalded arm nicely dressed and bandaged.

       "I'm going to be a doctor," he announced proudly, after bidding his parents good-morning. " This is a dandy place! There aren't any private rooms for Soami or me, so we're each in a ward, and there's a fellow in the mon's ward all done up in bandages. I just wish you could see him! I got Doctor Quickenquack to tell me what kinds they all were and I can't remember all of them, but I know he said something about triangular and spiral and figure-of-eight bandages. My, that fellow looks fine! He has a broken arm and a broken leg and a dislocated shoulder and a fractured jaw, and his bandages are swell! He did the whole thing by sliding off his barn roof last Sunday when he was putting shingles on it. He says it's a judgment whatever that is."

       "Well, for pity's sake," exclaimed his mother, "Ibee, how you talk! Do take a breath!"

       "Hello, everybody!" said little Soami, running in. "How's father? Shesa's fine, Miss Helpem told me. No bones broken except one finger. Shesa's asleep now, and her finger's bandaged beautifully!"

       "Father's just about as well as can be expected, dear," answered their father. "And very thankful none of us are hurt worse."

       "I don't know," said Ibee, shaking his head. "Even though my arm aches so, I'd have liked to have had something worth while; for instance, a compound fracture of the thigh. Father's was only a simple fracture. In a compound fracture the broken bone often comes through the skin, I heard the head nurse say to one of the assistants."

       "Well, sir," said his father, "if you had this, you'd find it was enough!"

       "Why, what's the matter with the boy? Is he crazy?" exclaimed his mother. "As though we hadn't all had trouble enough!"

       "I don't think he's crazy," said Soami. "There's a girl in our ward who has a broken nose, and it looks too interesting for anything to see the nurse dress it! I want to be a nurse when I grow up ! Just think how many people one can help! Why, if it hadn't been for the nurses, perhaps we might nearly all be dead!"

      "Indeed we might," agreed their mother. "I don't know whether you'll be a doctor, Ibee, or whether Soami will be a nurse, but I do know that I'm going to ask Miss Bossem if a class cannot be formed in our neighborhood in which we can all learn how to render first-aid to the injured."

      "Good for you, Mother," said Shesa, coming in at that moment, and kissing her father. "I've just been talking with Miss Helpem, and she has explained how to join the Preparedness Movement, so that if we should have war right in our own land, or serious accidents, we could help care for the wounded or injured."

"Read it out loud!"

       "That brings my dear Ima to mind. Oh, I do hope we'll get a letter today," said her mother.

       "Here's a postcard just received for Master Ibee Brave, "said a nurse, coming along with the mail.

       "From Ima!" said Ibee. "It's from New York, looking at the postmark.

       "Read it out loud!" cried his mother. "Let us all hear how the dear boy is."

Ibee read:

Dear Folks:
New York never looked better to us than as we left for the front but who wouldn't be brave for the sake of the red, white and blue? Will write mother a long letter as soon as time permits.
As ever, Ima Brave.

       "Now, isn't that brave?" exclaimed his mother. "He's as brave as Teddy Roosevelt!"

       "It's wonderful to belong to such a brave family," said Miss Helpem, who came in just then to renew the dressing on Mr. Brave's head.

Introduction: Chapters: 1, 2, 3, At The Doll's Hospital,  5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 

First Aid To The Injured

Smothered the flames of little Soami's
frock.

       Now, all at once," directed Chief Arrestem. "One, two, three!" and the two officers and the two ambulance men lifted the dollsmobile high up over to the other side of the road.

       "Well, friends," said Officer Arrestem, "if there's nothing more we can do, we'll return to our duty."

       "Nothing more, thank you," the head nurse answered.

       The driver had quickly smothered the flames of little Soami's frock by using the automobile robes.

       "Oh, my goodness!" shrieked Mrs. Brave, "where's Shesa? I wonder where my dear daughter is! Where is she? Where can she be?" she kept on asking, crying hysterically.

       "Hush! quiet yourself!" commanded the assistant nurse, who came in the ambulance. "We found your daughter a few moments ago where she was thrown. She had fainted, but she is all right now."

       "Oh, sit her up; don't let her lie there!' exclaimed the mother.

       "Indeed, you must keep quiet," said the nurse, or we cannot do anything for anybody. It is better for her to lie down than to sit up."

       "I'd keep quiet if I knew what to do! Every woman and man, too, ought to know."

       "Yes," replied the nurse, "every person ought to know something about first aid to the injured." She and the other nurse were busily directing the orderly and driver of the ambulance in every movement, giving them explicit directions.

       They attended the most dangerously injured first, stopping the bleeding (hemorrhage) of Mr. Brave's head and bandaging a dressing in place. They applied soothing carron oil to the burns on little Soami's arms and legs.

         They bandaged temporary splints to little Ibee's broken arm, and, since Mrs. Brave's scalds were not serious, they attended her last.

       Under Mr. Brave's broken leg they placed pillows to make him more comfortable.

       "If I'd only remembered to turn off the power this never would have happened," he muttered. " How foolish of me!"

       "There would never be any accidents to speak of," said the assistant nurse, soothingly, "if everybody did everything right, you know."

       "If everybody just kept his head cool," said Mr. Brave, as he tried to move his position, but fell back with a groan.

       "Give him a half-teaspoon of aromatic spirit of ammonia, Miss Helpem," said Miss Bossem, who was engaged in spreading the stretcher.

       "Now, everyone ready to lift this patient," she directed, as she and the driver and orderly knelt on one knee beside Shesa, and Miss Helpem took her position on the opposite side of the stretcher. As the three lifted Shesa, Miss Helpem carefully held the stretcher in place, and afterward helped carry the patient to the ambulance. Next they carried the two children, using a stretcher for little Ibee, and making a two-handed seat for Soami. (A "sedan chair," you know the kind you play with at school.)

       "I'm sorry neither doctor could leave the operating room to come, Miss Helpem," remarked Miss Bossem, to her assistant, who was Mary Frances, you remember. "If you will wait here with these two patients," (they were Mrs. and Mr. Brave) "I will return with either Doctor Surecure or Doctor Quickenquack."

       ''Oh, why can't you take my dear husband along?" begged Mrs. Brave. "He's awfully hurt! awfully!"

       "Please explain to her, Miss Helpem," said Miss Bossem, getting into the ambulance, "that it is far better to wait for the doctor to attend a broken leg than to attempt to place it in splints unless it is absolutely necessary to move the patient."

       Miss Helpem turned to Mrs. Brave, who was by this time quite exhausted, and after explaining the situation, treated her, as she had all the others, for --

They attended the most dangerously injured first.

Cause: SHOCK

       A severe injury, or even the sight of one, will often cause intense nervousness, which is very weakening. This is especially true if the patient is suffering from severe bleeding. Check the bleeding before treating for shock.

       Shock differs from fainting. The patient's face becomes pale and the skin cold, the pupils of the eyes large.

What to do:

1. Send for the doctor.
2. Place patient on back with head low to allow plenty of blood to enter head. 
3. Give hot water or hot coffee, or one-half teaspoonful aromatic spirit of ammonia in a quarter of a tumbler of water. 
4. Hold smelling salts to the nose. 
5. Do not excite by trying to remove clothing unless absolutely necessary, but keep patient warm by use of hot-water bottles and blankets, etc. 
6. Cover patient. Rub limbs toward body. 
7. Do not give whiskey or any other form of alcohol, if any other stimulant can be found and never whiskey in case of hemorrhage (severe bleeding).

Introduction: Chapters: 1, 2, First Aid to The Injured,  4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 

Off To Mexico

"Always carry this with you."

         The head nurse, Miss Bossem, rushed out of the Dolls' Hospital toward the children. "You're late, Miss Helpem," she called to Mary Frances. "Go right on duty rolling bandages for the soldiers who start for Mexico today. The troop-train leaves at two-thirty. Hurry, now, or you won't get them to the station on time."

       Then, turning to Billy, "Get the ambulance ready immediately," she commanded, and Billy disappeared into the garage.

       You see, Mary Frances finished the course in First Aid Nursing with the Red Cross Preparedness Class just before her birthday. Being very proud of her newly acquired knowledge, she wanted to show Billy how much she had learned.

       When Billy promised her any favor she could think of as a birthday present, Mary Frances joyfully asked him to spend a whole day at the Dolls' Hospital in the playroom, pretending they were little kiddies again that she was Miss Helpem, the assistant nurse, and that Billy was the ambulance driver. To keep his promise, Billy consented.

       Just as they stepped into the playroom door, they seemed to grow smaller and smaller, until they were no bigger than the dolls themselves.

       Promptly at two-fifteen, Miss Helpem arrived at the station with an ambulance full of bandages, and just in time to see the Brave family bidding good-bye to Private Ima Brave. All the family were there, even Michael, the big bulldog. Private Brave was among the last of the soldiers to board the little train.

       "You'll write from New York, dear," begged his mother, kissing him for the twentieth time, and slipping a little American Red Cross first-aid outfit in his hand. "Always carry this with you, and remember how your mother loves you."

       "And you'll send me picture postcards from everywhere, won't you?" begged little Ibee Brave, standing on tip-toe to get a better view of his tall, straight brother.

       "There's a speck of dust on your uniform," fussed Soami, his little sister, as she brushed him with her handkerchief.

       Private Brave smiled. "We're not on dress parade, little sister," he said. "It's good that khaki doesn't show the dust, for it's a dusty country we're going to."

       " 'It's a long, long way to Mexico, it's a long way to go,' ' began little Ibee; but at that moment the engine whistled, and his father clasped Private Brave's hand.

       "I am proud of my son," was all he said.

       "And I, of my brother," Shesa, his big sister, added, with tears in her eyes.

       One more whistle, and the little train started down the playroom railroad track.

       "We'll bring the limousine nearer the station," said Mr. Brave, taking Mrs. Brave's arm and walking away.

       "Father and Mother don't want anyone to talk with them just now," said Shesa.

       "I don't see why. Gee, I wish I was big enough to go," said little Ibee, as he watched the train until the last car turned a curve in the track.

       "You'd make a fine soldier, wouldn't you," laughed Soami, "when you're afraid to go upstairs in the dark."

"My! he can drum bravely!"

        "Only sometimes," answered Ibee, "only when the wind blows hard and when it's not moonlight and then, not often."

       "Why, Soami, Ibee is real brave," said Shesa. "Don't you remember how you were afraid to go down cellar to get some jam last night and Ibee would have gone, if father hadn't made you go?"

       "Yes, and father stood on the landing the whole time you were gone, too, Miss," declared Ibee triumphantly.

       "Yes, that's so," acknowledged Soami. "I guess Ibee would make a good soldier especially a drummer boy. My, he can drum bravely! Did you hear him yesterday, Shesa?"

       "Indeed I did," laughed the sister.

       "Yes," continued Soami, mischievously, "don't you remember the verses about

       'A little man bought him a big bass drum, Boom-tid-dee-ah-da-boom!

       "Who knows," said he, "When a war might come? Boom-tid-dee-ah-da-boom! I'm not at all frightened you understand, But if I am called to fight for my land, I want to be ready to play in the band. Boom-tid-dee-ah-da-boom!' "

       "Come, children," said their father, driving up, "here's the car; hop in."

Introduction: Chapters: Off To Mexico, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 

The Speeder's Accident

"Oh, the engine's on fire!

      The shrill sound of a policeman's whistle cut the air three times, but the dolls mobile sped on faster than ever.
       "I couldn't catch them at all, at all," reported the little thin sub-officer, McStoppem, at headquarters.
       "Bring my motorcycle, McStoppem," ordered Chief Arrestem.
       "All right, sir," nodded Officer McStoppem, bringing out the wonderful little toy. "If you take the cross-cut road toward Sandpile Village, you'll catch them. The number is here it is, I wrote it down 1492. You can easily remember it the year Columbus made 'preparedness' necessary."
       "Cut out your chatter, McStoppem, and follow me in a hurry," directed the chief, as he kicked the pedal of the motorcycle to start the engine. "Hand me the paper," and, snatching it, was off.
       "The chief'll get'em O.K.," muttered Officer McStoppem to himself, as he watched the long line of dust and smoke in the wake of the little motorcycle.
       Just as Chief Arrestem came into the cross-roads leading to Sandpile Village, the runaway automobile flew past.
       "By Jiminy, I don't wonder McStoppem couldn't catch them," he said under his breath, as he put on still more speed. "That man's lost control of his car, and unless I'm mistaken there'll be an accident when he comes to that dangerous turn in the road where that big rocking chair stands."
       Meanwhile everybody in the dollsmobile was trying not to be frightened.
       "Can't you slow down a little, Father?" asked Mrs. Brave.
       "The brakes won't hold," panted Mr. Brave, forcing both brakes on with all his might. "This is dreadful!"
       "Gee whiz!" exclaimed little Ibee, looking out the rear window. "Here comes the motor police. He'll arrest us for speeding."
       "Oh, mercy, we're coming to Rocking Hill road," gasped Shesa. "Father, do turn off the power!"
       But Shesa spoke too late, and kerr-smash! ken-bang! kerr-plunk! went the dollsmobile right into the rockers of the rocking chair, turning "turtle" twice, and breaking the beautiful glass windows to pieces. Out of the broken radiator the boiling hot water poured over poor Mrs. Brave's arm where she lay just as she was thrown.
       "Oh, the engine's on fire!" shrieked little Soami, "and I'm burning to death!"
       "Father, Father," called little Ibee, "come get me out! I'm fast under the car! Come get me out, please! Oh, I'll be burned to death! Father, oh, my arm hurts! Oh, I can't move my arm!"
       The mother managed to get up when she heard the children call.
       "Where's your father? Oh, where is he?" she cried, and going to the other side of the car, she saw poor Mr. Brave lying amidst a heap of broken glass and wheels and gears. From his head ran a little stream of blood.

Up came chief Arrestem.

        "Oh, he's dead!" she sobbed, but just then he gave a little groan. "Oh, my dear husband," she exclaimed, "tell me you're not dead! Tell me you're not dead!" she begged, unmindful of her own arm.
       "I'm dead, Mother," groaned little Soami. "I just know I'm dead with pain."
       "Well, I'm not!" said little Ibee, "and even though my arm hurts so, I'm going to try to go for help if I can get out from under this car."
       "My, that's so!" exclaimed the mother. "I myself forgot to be brave. I'll go for help."
       But just as she spoke, up came Chief Arrestem.
       "I saw it all, madam," he said, "and I stopped to telephone to the hospital for the ambulance."
       "Oh, don't 'rest us, please," begged little Ibee. "Please, Mr. Officer, don't arrest us. We weren't speeding. Father couldn't make the brakes hold!"
       "Don't you worry, little chap," replied Chief Arrestem. "I won't arrest any of you. Here comes Officer McStoppem on his motorcycle, just as I told him to, and in a minute we'll have you all out from under."
       "Never mind about me," said Ibee. "Please get poor Soami out. She's dead, I think."
       "Quick, McStoppem," called the chief, "help throw sand on this car to put out the fire!"
       It took about ten seconds for the two officers to put the fire out, and even before that, they heard the honk! honk! of the ambulance.
       "Here comes the ambulance!" cried Chief Arrestem. "Now, with the driver's help, we'll soon be able to lift this car."

Introduction: Chapters: 1, The Speeder's Accident,  3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 

Render First-Aid With Help from Mary Frances

The very first 'Mary Frances'
was a paper doll drawn by
Jane Allen Boyer.

       It is important to mention here that any one of your child's dolls may be called a "Mary Frances" doll. Her Mary Frances could have dark skin, blue eyes or even red hair. She could be a rag doll, a fashion doll or a 18inch classic child doll. In the world of play, the physical attributes of a heroine are not nearly as important as the content of her character. Mary Frances dolls should have a devoted heart, and a kind and sacrificial spirit above all else. 

       Mary Frances Helpem, lives in a child's nursery, working as an assistant to a Red Cross nursing doll called Miss Bossem. Together they help treat all kinds of doll injuries that appear to be quite similar to those found among humans in the outside world and indeed, the methods used to treat the injured and sick originate from real-life manuals used by red cross emergency aid workers in 1916.

       Below is a quote taken from the creator of the very first Mary Frances doll about her stories:

      

      "This book is more than a story to inspire children with a desire to relieve suffering; it is a simplified and handy reference book, telling what to do in cases of accident or illness. In no sense is it intended to take the place of the physician. The first principle of first-aid cannot too often be repeated when in doubt, send for the doctor.
       Especial thanks are due to E. A. Y. Schellenger, M.D., member Surgical Staff, Cooper Hospital, Camden, N. J., for his great assistance in verifying and revising the medical and first-aid instructions given herein; and to Constance Cooper Crichton, Instructor of First Aid Classes, New Jersey Women's Division National Preparedness, whose helpful criticism and suggestions have been invaluable." by Jane Eayre Fryer

Click here to download and print the 
hospital staff, police and patients for 
the book. These have been restored
by kathy grimm for young students.

Chapters:

1. Off To Mexico
2. The Speeders' Accident
3. First Aid To The Injured
4. At The Doll's Hospital
5. The Real Cross Nurses
6. Lessons In First Aid
7. Safety First
8. Practice Games
9. The Hikers
10. On Looking Glass Lake
11. Two Boys Are Late
12. Plans
13. A Sane Fourth of July
14. Shesa, A Red Cross Nurse
15. A Telegram From Mexico
16. Private Brave's Adventures
17. The Mad Dog
18. The Poisoned Baby
19. Hurrah For Our Hero

Online Research for Our Mary Frances Doll Character:

• The American Red Cross and The American Red Cross Nurse
• Clara Barton: The Beginnings of the American Red Cross
• American Red Cross History
• How the American Red Cross Works - History & Facts 
• Civil War Medicine: The Civil War in Four Minutes
• A Guide To American Red Cross Uniforms by Shirley Powers (pdf)
• Medical Treatment in World War I - The Great War Special
• History of the Red Cross and the Geneva Convention
• The red cross, red crescent and red crystal. What do they mean? In one word: protection.
• Principles in action: How do neutrality and independence contribute to humanitarian effectiveness?
• A day in the life of a nursing assistant/Healthcare Support Worker
• World Health Organization
• 8 Foods That Give You Energy!

Doll Hospitals:

• Doll Hospital Sydney Museum
• Additional hospital artifacts for 18'' dolls  at Dollsville Hospital

Historic Costume for Red Cross, Salvation Army, and Modern Nurse/Doctors:

• 18" Historic Doll Clothes: Army Doughnut Girl Outfits 
• U.K. Red Cross Nurse Uniform 
• WWI Nurses Uniform

The Treasures Of The Snow

"Hast thou entered the treasures of the snow?" Job 38:22

        Today I want you to come with me into a wonderful treasure-house and we shall walk round and look at the treasures. It is the treasure-house of the snow. Perhaps you never thought very much about the treasures of the snow. You may have thought more of its pleasures, of the snow-balls and snow men you could make, and the sleigh rides you could take. But its treasures are well worth looking at to.

1. The first treasure we shall look at is its beauty. 

       You go to sleep one night in a bleak, dingy world and you wake up next morning to find that the earth has put on its beautiful white winter dress. Last night the brown earth lay cold and bare, a few dead flowers drooped their withered heads, and the tall trees shivered as they waved their leafless arms. But to-day all is transformed.

The snow had begun in the gloaming,

And busily all the night

Had been heaping field and highway

With a silence deep and white.

Every pine and fir and hemlock

Wore ermine too dear for an earl,

And the poorest twig on the elm-tree

Was ridged inch deep with pearl.

       And not only are the earth and trees and flowers changed, but the ugly walls and houses which man has built have got their share of the beautiful white dress.

       Then have you ever tried to look at a snow flake through a microscope? If you have you will have seen something very wonderful and beautiful, for each snowflake is made up of numbers of little crystals that take the form of six-pointed stars. Sometimes, when the flakes are very tiny, each one is a single star, but more frequently the little stars join together to make a flake. Nor are these crystals all alike. More than a thousand different varieties have been noticed. Some are quite plain like the spokes of a wheel, but in others the rays of a star are formed of the finest lacework. Each little snow crystal is like a perfect little flower which God has sent down from His sky-garden.

       Now I wonder if you ever thought about the trouble God takes to make things beautiful. He need not have made the snowflakes so lovely. It would have been enough if He had made them useful. But He could not make them otherwise, just because He is God, and God is love; He could not have made them otherwise, because He wanted to give us joy. Everything that God makes is beautiful. He made the flowers, and the trees, and the grass, the moon and the stars, the blue sea, and the everlasting hills. It is man who spoils things and makes them ugly. He digs up the beautiful green fields and plants ugly towns on them, or runs railways through the middle of them, or covers them with heaps of coal refuse.
       God meant our souls to be beautiful too, but we have allowed sin to spoil them. Yet they can still be made beautiful if we give them back into His keeping to mould them.

2. The next treasure I want you to look at is the warmth of the snow.
       Perhaps you think it is a funny thing to call the snow warm. You could have understood if I had called it cold, because you know how your fingers tingle when you try to make snow-balls. Nevertheless the snow forms a warm blanket for the earth. In the Psalms there is a verse that says, "He giveth snow like wool." And snow is just like wool because it prevents heat from escaping. When it falls on the earth it helps to keep in the heat that the earth has absorbed during the summer-time.
       Scientists who have made experiments have found out that under two feet of snow the temperature is forty degrees warmer than above it, and in cold climates farmers depend on the snow to keep the hard frosts off their sown crops. Underneath the snow beautiful flowers have been found growing that would perished in much milder climates if exposed to the air, and up in the Alps some of the loveliest flowers grow on the edge of the snow-fields.

Little snowflakes falling lightly,

Little snowflakes falling whitely,

Cover up the sleeping flowers,

Keep them warm through winter hours.

Do you know

Why the snow

Is hurrying through the garden so?

Just to spread

A nice soft bed

For the sleepy flower's head,

To cuddle up the baby ferns, and smooth the lily's sheet,

And tuck a warm white blanket down around the roses' feet.

        I wonder what the flowers think when the snow comes on the top of them? Perhaps they think it is very hard to be shut away from the light. But if the snow didn't come they would never blossom next spring. And I think it is just like that with the hard things we have to endure. It is the difficulties we overcome and the hardships we bear that make the sweetest and fairest flowers blossom in our characters.

3. Another of the treasures of the snow is its power.
       If you watch it coming down so gently and softly you think it is one of the weak things of the world, and if you weigh a snowflake on a pair of scales it will not even make the scales tremble. Yet a snowstorm can stop trains, block roads, break telegraph wires, interrupt labor. And up in the mountains avalanches of snow can destroy villages, tear great rocks from their foundations, change the face of a mountain-side.
       Now sometimes we are tempted to think we can't be of very much use and can't do very much good in the world. We are so weak and small, and the world is such a very big place, and we are tempted to give up trying. But remember it is each little snowflake doing its own part that makes for strength, each one falling in its own place without ceasing. And if the tiny snowflakes  that weigh next to nothing can be so powerful, surely we can be of very great value if we put our weight on the right side.

4. One more treasure I want you to look at. It is the purity of the snow.
       Newly fallen snow is the whitest thing in the world. If you take out your tissue on a snowy day you know how grey and grimy is looks. But when the snow falls on a city street it does not stay white long. Soon it gets covered with soot, or mixed with mud and turned into slush, and we get rid of it as quickly as we can by shoveling it away.
       Now you remember we noticed that sin spoiled our beauty. Well, there is another thing it does--it soils our whiteness. We are not long in the world before it begins to lay its ugly marks upon us. And those marks will never come off unless we ask God to wash them clean.
       God can melt the dirty snow in our city streets. He can lift it up into the clouds and turn it again into beautiful white snow. And He can lift us up too and wash away all our stains and make us "whiter than snow."

"Angels in The Snow" by Amy Sky

Girls of Faith Dolls

       The Girls of Faith dolls was a line of Christian doll characters developed by Sara McCord of North Carolina in 2010. Each character came with a doll and book introducing little girls to faith based play. Do to the complications in manufacturing during Covid the company was forced to put the reissue of the original first three dolls aside. Read their story here.

 The Girls of Faith Dolls Include three religious character dolls:

1. Hannah Olivia Patterson's Bible and Cultural Artifacts about Miracles
2. Kayla Newman's Bible and Cultural Artifacts about Missions
3. Audrey Thompson's Bible and Cultural Artifacts about Sharing The Love of Jesus - Below are sample artifacts teachers may use to help students develop research for a lapbook assignment based upon Audrey.

Opening Audrey Thompson doll with Rilyn Dinyae.

Audrey Reaches Out Book Cover.

      Read about the adventures of a third grade girl, Audrey Thompson, who attends a small church school with her siblings. Audrey loves winter fun activities and making new friends. 

      But not everything in Audrey's life is peaceful and ideal. She learns how to show gentleness to a new girl at school and must gain this young stranger's confidence through persistence and bravery.  

"Because Audrey reached out to Trina, Trina's life and Aunt Nell's life were truely changed. They all spent many happy times together, with Bear and Angel too. This experience not only changed the lives of Trina and Aunt Nell, but also Adrey's life as well. Jesus had given Audrey the courage to reach out and share her faith. In the process, she learned some wonderful things about Jesus and how much He deeply cares for all people." Sheri Baker and Sara McCord

• Authors Sheri Baker and Sara McCord - Girls of Faith dolls reach young Christians
• www.girlsoffaithdolls.com
• Audrey Thompson's book "Audrey Reaches Out"
• Sharing Jesus With Kids
• Learn the meaning of the name, Audrey

Our Artifacts for Themes Covered in Audrey Thompson's Book:

• "Treasures In The Snow" James Hastings child sermons based upon the life of Job
• "Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow?" Job 38:22 coloring page
• Asleep by Edward A. Jenks

Online Research for Girl of Faith Audrey Thompson:
The Snow Day:

• "Angels in The Snow" by Amy Sky
• How to Build a Snowman
• How to Go Sledding!
• How to Make Snow Angels
• Seeing snow for the first time with the Norris Nuts in Australia
• Grandfather makes granddaughter's snow wish come true 

Starting All Over Again:

• 10 Year Old Sings "Listen"
• The New Kid - a short film about starting a new school
• How to handle being the new kid at school

How Children Learn To Mourn:

• Jenkins sings "Guiding Light" along with the Children's Grief Encounter Choir
• Losing a Pet - The Story of My Dog Leo
• Grief through a child's eyes - visit the children's bereavement camp
• How to help grieving children
• Stephen Ministries, St. Louis

Lost In The Woods: 

• "What A Beautiful Name" by Hillsong Kids
• Lost girl gives big thanks to officer and dog who found her
• What to do if you get lost in the woods?
• How To Survive The Wild: A 10-Year-Old Boy's Survival Story

Believing Is Seeing:

• Lauren Daigle sings "Look Up Child"
• "Let the little children come to me" by the students of Saint Gregory
• The importance of leading kids to love Jesus
• Nine-Year-Old Alaine Shares the Love of Jesus
• Mississippi Children's Choir sing "Things Go Better With Christ"
• 4 Ways your kids can live out their faith
• The "E" Word for parents...

The True Love of Dogs: Fun Video About Man's Best Friend!

• So God Made a Dog - very cute video!
• How my dog taught me about God
• The Circle - short film
• Organization uses animals to help kids grieve
• If I Could Talk and If I Could Bark

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Printable Student IDs for Your Doll and You!

       Now your dolls can have student doll IDs for Trinity Church School and so can you! Download, print, cut, and paste photos inside the boxes provided. Fill out the information on each card and cover the cards with a transparent tape to keep them looking new. 

       The dolls could clip their IDs onto their uniforms for a few days while everyone learns their names. Then keep their IDs inside a backpack, folder or in a doll purse for future play.

• Back to Trinity Church School for Dolls index page

Print a doll school ID for Trinity Church School dolls.
Print, cut and fill out the information for your 18" dolls.
Paste a photo of your doll in the empty box.

Print a Doll School ID for yourself so that you can attend Trinity Church School as an older brother
or sister to your doll. Paste a photo of yourself in the box and fill out the information listed on the left hand side.

Build a Market Booth For Your 18" Dolls

       This market stand or stall is constructed from a discarded wooden crate. It is the perfect size for 18inch American Girl Dolls and may be used for all kinds of doll play. We will be using it to demonstrate a lemonade stand, a road side market stall for fresh produce and as a doll booth for homemade baked goods in the future.
       The crate had only four slats across it's bottom to begin with. I removed these and cut seven slats of uniform size and type before nailing and gluing them back onto one side of my crate. I kept the original shelf in the middle and glued on additional narrow slates to the ends of all three shelves to make these stronger and give them a finished looking edges. 

Left, one side of my doll market stall has shelves for doll food items. Center, a side view
 of the booth shows the tall wooden slats both glued and nailed into place for the draping
 of banners and signs. Right, here's is a close up of the banner slat; it has a narrow slit cut
 away from it's center so that I can suspend and change banners and signs between these
 two flat 'posts.'

Left, I will use the shelf side for a baked goods booth. Right, the slated 'wall' side of this
 booth will be used as a lemonade stand eventually.

Left, you can see how the cardboard sign is suspended between the booth slats above.
 Right, here is an 18inch doll standing next to the completed booth. I decided to color 
parts of my booth with a transparent wash of teal colored, oil based paint.
 Then I stained the remainder of the wooden parts: shelves and posts by rubbing the 
coats of stain into the wood with an old rag. Lastly the entire booth was sealed with a 
durable wood varnish to give the stand a tough weather resistant surface, perfect for outdoor play.

Left, the 18" doll standing next to the booth. Center, up close photo of the stained 
surface. Right, cardboard sample of the sign placement. It will be fun to decorate 
our doll's booth with all kinds of banners and signs in the near future.

Building More Market Booths or Stalls for American Girls and Their Dolls:

• DIY American Girl Doll Nanea's Family Market by agloviesparkles - made from foam board
• DIY American Girl Doll Lea's Fruit Stand - made from foam board
• How to sew a gathered canopy for a child's market stall...