Granny's Doll

Margie Hurst Lyman, recounting the story of her doll.

(Notice, she took her shoes off!)

At the time, Margie was living in Dublan, Mexico. "Mama's baby sister and Dad's baby sister, were about the same age, and they both worked at this big store...Bowman's Union Mercantile. I'd go there every da and Aunt Dencie, that was Mom's sister, let me look at this doll. Oh, I wanted that doll so bad. I was twelve years old and I knew that I couldn't have that doll...

"I'd got there and ask Dencie if she'd let me look at the doll. She wouldn't let me play with it, of course, but I'd just stand and worship it.

"One day, when I was coming home from school, I went by and the doll was gone. I guess I was about as disappointed as anyone could be, though I'dknown that I wasn't going to get it; I knew that. She said, "Margie, the doll's been sold today," and then she tried to get me interested in something else. "Oh, no, I don't care about anything else." I was just crushed because the doll was gone. I don't remember going there anymore before Christmas. I don't remember that I kept going back, but up until the doll was sold, I went every day. Christmas morning when I got up, that doll was in the top of our tree. That was the most beautiful sight that I'd ever seen in my life.

Margie Hurst Lyman brought the doll with her to Grayson, Utah. For many years, it resided with her daughter, Caroline Lyman Christensen. It now resides with her Granddaughter, Lynette Lyman Bayles of Mesa, Arizona.