If you believe, as I do, that a doll's life begins the day she is loved, rather than the day she is made, then Raggedy Ann is 31 today. My dad adopted Raggedy Ann from a street vendor in San Francisco the day I was born. She has been loved ever since. Her hair needs sprucing, and her knickers have lost their elasticity, but hey, time takes it's toll on all of us. I am grateful to have her, saggy knickers and all. Thank you, Mom and Dad, for keeping her safe all these years.
And thank you George for taking care of her too. She likes her new toy.