Baby in a box 2

I was on my way to work one day last week and I saw the sign... "Yard Sale "... and, well, I stopped. I really didn't have that much time so I gave the sale a quick scan. I picked up a little what-not and headed for the money taker. And then I saw her sitting across the covered tent. A baby doll all alone in a box. She sat by herself as if the seller was not sure that this doll was part of the sale. So I asked "How much for the doll?" The seller thought a while and said "$1.00" and I started scrambling for the loose change in my pockets and my car. A dollar for a doll who obviously has a ton of history coming with her. The seller said that she has had this doll for almost 50 years. Fifty years! Can you imagine? This doll has that woman's childhood written all over her so it amazed me that she could let her go. Yet, the good thing is, she is probably a doll that I had as a child as well. None of my childhood dolls survived the journey so I am laying claims. This baby is my baby and one day she will be my new grand daughter's baby. She can tell everyone how this was her grandmother's doll from way back in the dinosaur age. And that is all she will need to know. And when I found this doll, I thought that I would try to clean her up and make her a pretty dress but nah, I've got a life and I love the history that covers this sweet doll. How many times have you seen those guys on Antiques Roadshow point out that if the lovely antique item had it's original patina it would be worth ten times what it does now that the owner has restored it to like new condition? So my baby can just lay on top of that little pink jump suit and pile of tissue paper in her Hush Puppy shoe box and feel the love. And if one day my darling, grand daughter wants to take my baby doll out and drag her around the room, that's fine too....more history added.