I love these dolls.
As a kid, I didn't play with dolls a whole lot. I didn't have Barbies, altho I did have the townhouse. I spent more hours playing school, making forts, bossing my younger siblings around. But when I did play dolls...I played with these. The Sunshine Family. Man...they rocked. Still do. Even Allan is exclaiming as I type "whoa...they have cool mechanics! Way better than Barbies!" They have moving knees.
And somewhere...grandma is naked. That's her dress there on the left, next to the lonely grandpa. I can picture her still. Her grey hair in a bun. The quiet matriarch of the family. I can't fathom where she ran off to....naked.
Actually...now, they're all in the buff. With Wendy in charge (after I checked to see how much they're going for on ebay......no early retirement fund here) she's quickly stripped them all down and is dressing them in the box of hand-knit Barbie clothes that I also found. A hand-knit parka, hat, poncho, evening dress.
Lot's of memories. I can close my eyes and be whisked back to a home that is no longer there, to an attic that echos with memories long gone. What I would give for one picture of that attic that we spent hours in. And I wonder then....WHY did we play in a hot, stuffy attic when we had a pretty large house. Was the house only large in my mind? Were we as noisy as my kids are now...and this was a way of getting us 2 floors away from the kitchen?
But I can picture that attic clearly; I guess I don't really need a picture. I can recall vividly climbing the steep creaky steps, walking past the seasonal storage items, the broken furniture, crossing thru the 2 x 4's and entering my haven. A couple school desks, two 3rd story windows peering over the main street and backyard, my Barbie-less townhouse...and my Sunshine family.