"Mother's Doll"

Mother journeyed into her hope chest in search of some old friends...

Many of her hopes, and some of my own, found their way into my very own hope chest...

It is now warmed by many treasures...

This little doll stopped along the way, and decided to stay a while with me ...

What shall we call her?

She was once called Hannah, when Mother was a child...

... I admire her shoes ...

I would like to call her Bitsy, Adelaide, or Clara ...


Yours Truly,
Guinevere Katharine Blythe