http://www.featureshoot.com/2013/01/portraits-of-women-over-40-with-their-childhood-dolls/ Travel Fashion Documentary Editorial & Portrait Photographers: Feature Shoot' Wed, 22 May 2013 21:58:50 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 http://www.featureshoot.com/2013/01/portraits-of-women-over-40-with-their-childhood-dolls/comment-page-1/#comment-47235 Nancy Sands Owens Mon, 28 Jan 2013 20:30:25 +0000 http://www.featureshoot.com/?p=37753#comment-47235 What a touching tribute and such poignant images. This past year, I have taken several photos of my own mother with her baby doll. Mom, who is turning 83 this year and embraced in the battle with Alzheimer's, has tenderly kept her large baby doll "Frances" through the mid 1930's when she received the doll, the War Years, the busy years of marriage and raising her family, the busy retirement years with Dad and now her final years as a widow. The doll's face has gathered lines and creases as has Mom's, her large brown eyes with real lashes still roll open and close, her sweet two-toothed smile is still intact and her body is still soft and cuddle-some. From time to time throughout my childhood, Mom would take Frances out of her pillowcase shroud, gently cradle her and share stories of how she received Frances for her birthday. After spending many years in the trunk and somewhat forgotten, Frances is now dressed immaculately and perched in the Boston rocker opposite Mom's recliner in the living room, where she greets her each day. Mom and I now have a project: to preserve her precious childhood memories by utilizing Frances as the catalyst. And when Mom is at last gone, I will gently cradle Frances as Mom did, and will share stories with my niece of her grandmother. What a touching tribute and such poignant images. This past year, I have taken several photos of my own mother with her baby doll. Mom, who is turning 83 this year and embraced in the battle with Alzheimer’s, has tenderly kept her large baby doll “Frances” through the mid 1930’s when she received the doll, the War Years, the busy years of marriage and raising her family, the busy retirement years with Dad and now her final years as a widow. The doll’s face has gathered lines and creases as has Mom’s, her large brown eyes with real lashes still roll open and close, her sweet two-toothed smile is still intact and her body is still soft and cuddle-some. From time to time throughout my childhood, Mom would take Frances out of her pillowcase shroud, gently cradle her and share stories of how she received Frances for her birthday. After spending many years in the trunk and somewhat forgotten, Frances is now dressed immaculately and perched in the Boston rocker opposite Mom’s recliner in the living room, where she greets her each day. Mom and I now have a project: to preserve her precious childhood memories by utilizing Frances as the catalyst. And when Mom is at last gone, I will gently cradle Frances as Mom did, and will share stories with my niece of her grandmother.

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