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Dash # 21 About Mom

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                                                                 Mom’s Doll Patsy                 Corey loved when mom would tell about her beloved doll Patsy.   I can’t remember how old she was or how long she had had Patsy for.   It was back in the days when dolls were made out of porcelain or similar material that breaks quite easily, and perhaps it was never meant to play with, but then why else would you give a small child a doll if it was intended to be played with.           Mom said that she and Patsy were roughly the same size.   She said she was going down the stairs and tripped.   She and Patsy both took a tumble, only my mom survived and Patsy didn’t.   She...