Wanna Come Over and Play?

While searching through some old cardboard boxes
I found some childhood things. 

A quilt given to me at birth.

Shasta daisies painted by Isabel.  

My great-grandmother's handkerchief.
It reminds me of that line from You've Got Mail:
Do children not even know what handkerchiefs are? 
A handkerchief is a Kleenex you don't throw away.   

My rag-doll, Mary Quite Contrary.  Found at a yard sale. 
And my Lady and the Tramp stuffed dog.  

The Quint Dolls.  I also saved their tiny black tap shoes.

Last but not least: The Glass Animal Collection. 
I used to buy these figurines from Mary's Hallmark Shop when we lived in McMinnville, Oregon. They came in little white and silver boxes, wrapped in tissue. I was also rather fond of the naked trolls with flaming hair.  I was six.

The duck was actually from my babysitter.
She told me I could have something in her garage.
For whatever reason, I wanted the yellow duck.

Any memories you'd like to share?