Who is Dollie?
Dollie was my grandmother. She was a loving, gentle soul, yet one of great strength. She was ahead of her time in so many ways. She believed in healthy living, which included a spoon full of cod-liver-oil in the morning, creamed spinach at night, along with a wedge of iceberg lettuce with no dressing. Have you ever tried to eat iceberg lettuce with no dressing? That saying, she did have a bit of a sweet tooth. She loved Rich’s Department Store pound cakes. She once went to Rich’s to get a rum pound cake. It was for her ladies Sunday school class, so she asked them to leave the rum out. Doesn't that defeat the purpose? Hmmm ... She was also a bit of a germaphobe, but all in the name of good health. She always wore ladies gloves, which was normal at the time. The not so normal part was when she went to a public place; she washed her hands with her gloves on. At home, she would cut a hole in a plastic trash bag and wear it as a housedress. That way she didn’t get “dirty”. She would never think of leaving the house without a can of Lysol in her handbag. She never touched a public phone, door handle, or toilet without first pulling out her can of Lysol. Whenever she would call someone on the phone, they couldn't understand what she was saying, because she held a handkerchief over the receiver. When she went to a restaurant, she would order two glasses of water. One to drink, the other to wash her utensils in before she ate. I often wondered if she ever got the two glasses mixed up. The smell of Lysol, Prell shampoo, green beans and peas boiling on the stove evoke wonderful memories of her.
Dollie was very creative. She entered a contest from the newspaper to come up with a slogan for the new Atlanta Transit Company’s trolley. She submitted her entry and won! Her winning slogan was “Going Your Way, Every Day”. The slogan was engraved on all of the trolley tokens. Boy, I miss her…
Atlanta Transit Company trolley token with Dollie's winning slogan.
My mother, Delaine. She was a mother to five, plus at least ten more if you counted the neighborhood kids. At the time, she was the only mother on the block that didn’t work outside the home. She had an open door policy, where all were welcome. Her passion was creating and she used it to bring joy to others. Some of her interests included: fashion design, antiquing, junking, crafting, and just creating in general. She was junking and crafting before it was cool.
Mother, like my grandmother Dollie was also ahead of her time in so many ways. As a teenager in high school, she submitted one of her fashion designs to American Girl magazine, and she won! She won a trip to New York and was featured in the magazine and on TV. Little did she know she was the original “Project Runway” winner. She had “an eye” as they say for fashion and unique items that would typically be discarded by others. She always said she wanted what was at the bottom of the junk drawer. She loved to frequent garage sales, antique fairs, and thrift stores. She would have been a wonderful “picker” as they are called today.
We lost our mother in March, 2010. She was sick and bedridden for the last year of her life. She was creating and crafting till the very end. She passed away just before Easter. On her bedside table were scraps, bits and pieces that she planned on using to make Easter cards. While she was bedridden, she loved to read every detail in books and magazines about vintage and southwestern jewelry, yard art, crafting, and all things vintage. She would circle and make notes on everything that interested her. By the time she was through reading it, the entire magazine would be circled (pretty much like we did as kids, circling toys we wanted in the Sear’s Christmas catalogue).
I’ve named my blog Dollie’s Daughter as a tribute to her. With her passing, my heart is heavy. I find comfort in the joy she instilled in me, demonstrated by the way she lived her life, her ability to create beauty in everyday life and to share it with others. Mother could have done so much and gone so far with the talent she had, but she always said there is nothing she would rather do than be a wife and mother. When all was said and done, she created a beautiful life for herself, her family and others. To God be the glory … she was one of God’s beautiful creations that He shared with others. Boy I miss her…
American Girl magazine, 1953. Mother is on the bottom left.
Notes mother jotted down inside one of her books.