Share the Joy

A ramble in an antique store
always creates joy,
because there's so much to look at
and exclaim (or laugh) about.

Some things inevitably unleash
memories. . . 

of the time when Cabbage Patch babies 
were a hot commodity and you had to put your name
on a waiting list
and then my uncle, who owned a variety store 
in the Pacific Northwest
in a pretty much lily white community
got a long-awaited shipment
of dolls. . . that were African American.
Many parents on the waiting list said yes,
not worrying about having black grand-dolls,
but he was left with dolls he worried he wouldn't sell.

I was working in D.C. then
and easily found people in my office
who were thrilled to purchase babies by mail.

of spending some of my growing-up years
living in Washington's "fruit bowl."

and memories of reaching deep down into a cookie jar
to find a treat. 

What sparked the fire of joy in you this week?

Notice joy.
Cultivate it.
Celebrate it.
Share it.

1. do a post that tells and shows what gives you joy.

2. capture the URL of the specific post and paste it into 
the Mr. Linky box along with your info.

3. Visit other players and let their joy infect you.
Leave them a comment because everyone
 enJOYS getting positive feedback.

Let's keep the epidemic of JOY going!


Karen said…
Oh, I remember hunting all over the city for a CP doll for my daughter one Christmas!
Unknown said…
Oh yes our girls had those. I too love wandering around an antique shop. Makes me feel like I am back in my grandmother's home.
Nancy said…
I have a red-haired cabbage patch doll stored away somewhere. :)
Kim Mailhot said…
Never had a CP doll but remember my friends red head with freckles. 😉
Joys in little rememberings!
Happy Thursday, Sweetie! I hope you are feeling back to your sweet self!
Unknown said…
That's a funny story about the cabbage patch dolls:)
Hazel said…
Antique store! I'm jealous. The doll's big, round blue eyes are quite lovely. Her hair and dress are very similar with one of those dolls I had. I remember reading about Cabbage Patch babies in gradschool. It was a case study in Advertising.
eb said…
ahh the cabbage patch days...
so many memories in antique stores

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