My childhood sweetheart..my doll !
I wasn't what you call in dutch -een poppenmoedertje- translated..-I didn't play with dolls- ..I was not a mommy.........I played -library- with Maartje..or we were going on a trip around the world..Playing hide and seek because there were monsters in the closet..and the floor was Lava..She was like a mini me...drawing together..painting...reading..gazing at the clouds laying in the grass on a summers-day..all very happy memories..I also loved Maartje's HAIR..It was the smell..I buried my nose in it when we would go to sleep together..to be sure to dream wonderful dreams..
For a long time Maartje lived in a box...how awful...She had to wait for years and years to come out ..
It was not until my first granddaughter was born before she saw daylight again..It was a shock..how the world had changed..
Maartje and my granddaughter became friends..and later in years also with my other granddaughters..I have now FOUR...
Four girls can sometimes be a bit of to much for an old girl like Maartje and a sad accident happened..In an outside adventure in the wilderness ..she lost both of her arms...:(
Question...could I fix this..could grandpa fix it...because Maartje was now in a terrible state.!
OK...grandpa to the rescue..taking Maartje to the doctor..on his bike..(because grandpa is a cyclist..fit to climb the Mont-Ventoux) !
Just one little detail..
Maartje was wearing nothing but her underwear..
well..in Amsterdam anything goes..
Its possible I shared this story before..with you or with some other kindred spirit..
Its about the importance of sharing memories...and how they can transport you....Like Maartje's hair...into sweet childhood days..
Thank you MAPI ...you are always an inspiration..
(and thank you- never a bad hair day- Maartje :)