Tag Archives: dolls & cutouts
what about the Qupie doll…
what about the Qupie doll with movable arms but straight legs. was made of pressed wood. had a pixtie top hair do an painted face . mine had a sunsuit on . that was over 55yrs ago that I got her. I still have her , a little worse for wear an tear , played with her a long time [years] before putting in keepsake trunk.
i used to love playing cutouts…
Didn’t any of you girls…
Didn’t any of you girls have a Betsy Wetsy? I had an ancient one, handed down from some cousin or other, and she was my first real doll. She had a red dress, I remember. When I was 7 I got a “walking doll” that was my pride and joy for several years–she was about 2 feet tall, with dark curly hair that was actually rooted into her head, and when you held her arms, you could make her “walk” with a sort of jerky rhythm. I loved her madly. When I was about 10 I got a small doll in a nurse’s outfit that was very much like a Barbie, but it pre-dated Barbie by a year or two. I think this doll was called Vicki. I loved her too!
I had a Baby Soft Sounds…
How about those little celluloid…
How about those little celluloid dolls that we bought for a nickle at the corner candy store(Berky’s,in my neighborhood ). This was before plastics, can you imagine? they had moveable arms and legs attached by a bit of elastic.We sat on the stoop and sewed clothing for them for hours on end, This was in the N.Bx.in the thirties . Are you out there somewhere Ruth Fox? Your father owned a lingerie factory and you had lovely scraps of silk and satin for doll dresses.
Remember playing with “cutouts”?…
Remember playing with “cutouts”? Paper dolls that came in books–the dolls were on the cover, and a whole assortment of clothes was inside. We cut out the dolls, dressed them, and sat on the top step of our stoops playing for ages and ages. A world of fashion and fantasy for a dime–or a quarter for the good, heavyweight cut-out books. My friends Maria and Starlet and I bought our cutout books at Miltie’s candy store (on Dahill Road, Brooklyn). We kept the paper dolls and the clothes in shoe boxes. We had whole families–I remember that my favorite “mother” doll was Sheree North! (Celebrity cutout books were big!) Her family was usually baby triplets, who came in another book. This was several years before Barbie dolls, and I suspect we had just as much fun with the paper dolls as girls do with their Barbies today (if not more!).