As the first girl born after three boys, I was often plied with "girly" things. There were frilly dresses, tiny tea sets and lacy hair adornments. And there were dolls. I had a 1960s Penny Brite doll with a red-pleated dress and a checked raincoat, a crimson-haired Crissy doll complete with a trunk and 1970s wardrobe, and of course, a few Barbie dolls later on. But the dolls I loved most had been my mother's when she was a child. One was a fabric doll with yarn hair that did absolutely nothing -- no crying, wetting or fancy clothing for this one. Maybe that's why I liked her; she was uncomplicated and I could take her -- and leave her -- anywhere.
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"He didn't say 'chair back!'" I would yell, leaping to my feet and practically diving toward the now-empty chair in our "TV room," which had been added on to our home specifically as a dedicated space for watching television. One of my hapless siblings had left the room for a bathroom break or to get a snack and had forgotten to say the magic words that would have reserved his spot when he...
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The year was 1953. I was in the fourth grade at the Sullivan Junior High Building in Sullivan, Ind. Several of the kids in my class bragged about having television sets in their homes, but we didn't have one. (They weren't called TVs at that time, as they weren't common enough to be referred to by that shortened name.)
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