We moved the year I turned three. Before that time I remember only bits and pieces of things.
One thing I still remember is the fact that I had a doll. It was unusual then for a boy to want a doll. I don't remember wanting one but I remember being told that I had wanted one.
I think it was true because I distinctly remember my doll. He was a boy doll and I named him Hector. He was a boy because I said so and for no other apparent reason as nearly as I can remember. I have no idea whatsoever why I named him Hector.
The only Hector I remember knowing is the Trojan Hector from the Greek and Trojan war. But I'm seriously doubtful that I would have known anything about him before turning three.
Judy and I were talking about our dolls last night. I told her I had a doll when I was a little boy and his name was Hector. She laughed out loud. Then she remembered that we had found Hector's head over at Dad's house. That's all that's left of Hector. His head is in a coffee can in a closet in the freezer room. Dad's queen size mattress and box springs is in the way or I would try to get it out and take a digital image. I recall seeing it myself. It became too hot sometime during its 60 plus year history and one side is kind of melted. Judy wanted to know what I did with the body. I don't remember doing anything with it.
Judy got such a kick out of me having a doll named Hector that I thought I'd blog about him.
6 years ago
5 comments:
i loved your post. both of my boys had dolls growing up "my buddy dolls", can't say either one really got into them though. matt was into trucks and mark into balls.
made me remember my 2 favorite dolls though. the one i really played with and carried around was a generic type i believe, her name was "tootles" - have no idea why. my other was a chatty cathy, NO ONE was allowed to play with her or pull her cord except me. i still have them both in my closet. tootles survived my childhood and chatty cathy still talks and who knows, could be worth something!
i loved hearing how you only found hector's head. any idea what might have happened to his body?
Judy may have laughed at Hector's name, but I laughed out loud when I read where you found his head. Too funny.
Was thinking of you yesterday. Glad you blogged about writing...and Hector.
Poor little Hector. I have an image in my mind of what this doll looks like and it ain't good! Chuckie-like head rolling around in a coffee can. Yikes! I'll be up all night now....
Another great post from you. Take care, Terry.
Ok, I'm busting up reading this. I really don't care where Hector's body went because I am just too curious as to why you kept his head.
This is great stuff, Terry! Let's hear it for Hector!
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