Letters
Letter from Paris: All Dolled Up (part one)
Dear friends,
I’m sure I’ve written before about my favorite little side gig over here: creating window display pieces for our neighborhood yarn shop, Les Tricoteurs Volants.
This has led some to think the yarn shop is mine, which it emphatically is not. There is no version of my fantasy life that includes running a yarn shop. I’ve seen up close what it takes to do that job and I don’t want it.
That doesn’t mean, however, that I don’t want to play with someone else’s yarn shop. The owner has the responsibility, I have the fun. As a gay uncle, this is a role in which I am both comfortable and experienced.
It’s early August as I write, but we’re already at work on the grand finale of the window dresser’s year, the holiday display.
I suggested a theme based on this old book I picked up for a couple euros in the Passage Verdeau. It’s called J’apprends à tricoter…pour habiller Primevère, ma poupée, or “I learn to knit to dress Primrose, my doll.” It was published in the late 1940s by the French yarn company Pingouin.
The first part of the book is a Christmas tale, the story of Primevère, a surpassingly lovely doll created by Père Noël on a day “when he had woken up in a very good mood.” Primevère’s best friends in Père Noël’s toy shop are a stuffed penguin named Freddy and a model plane named Cyclone.
Primevère and her creator, the mad scientist Père Noël.
The three friends get the urge to see a little bit more of the world outside, and fly out through the window where they meet Monsieur Thunder, Madame Snow, an American war plane, and various birds. They play hide-and-seek with clouds and wonder whether the sky is painted blue, or made from blue fabric.
Then Père Noël finds out they’ve been AWOL, so he banishes them from the workshop to become the possessions of a little girl named Catherine. Primevère wakes up in Catherine’s room and attempts to speak, “…but she realized that her tongue no longer knew how to talk! She wanted to get up, but her legs no longer knew how to walk!”
This state of affairs is permanent, part of Père Noël’s punishment, and also extends to Freddy and Cyclone. They can’t even talk to each other.
The end. Joyeux Noël, les enfants!
When the topic of the holiday windows came up, my mind turned immediately to the second part of the book, which is intended to help the little Catherines of mid-century France knit cute outfits for their own mute, paralytic dolls.
Excerpt from the first lesson, including an orientation to the names of the fingers.
Why not procure a decent vintage specimen, I suggested, and display her and her outfits in the window?
Primevère was produced by the French toy company Raynal, and she’s not easy to find. However, her sisters (whom I suppose were born on days when Père Noël was in less of a good mood) are plentiful. Here’s a mid-1950s ad for them from the most venerable department store in Paris, Le Bon Marché, which is still very much in business.
Even so, a decent pre-1960s Raynal girl with no outstanding disfiguration can be pricey. But this one, the 1957 “Nadine” model, was to be had for 15 euros. And when I added her to my eBay watch list, I almost immediately got a message offering to knock 5 euros off the price. Marché conclu. It’s a deal.
Nadine arrived as advertised: cheerful, but badly in need of a spa day.
We have the technology to rebuild her.
After a few hours’ research into the proper care of dolls from this era, I got right down to it. There was no point in starting to knit her outfits until I was sure she’d be window-worthy.
For a toy that had survived forty-plus years in France, she was far less covered in nicotine than you might imagine. Her face and body washed clean in a few minutes.
Her hair was another matter. A bird’s nest of tangled nylon, with bangs attempting to make a run for the Swiss border. I don’t own a proper metal wig comb, so I set out to do what I could with a wide-toothed plastic beard comb. I had been warned not to rush this step because I’d likely end up with a bald Nadine. I put on some cheerful music and settled in. Some hours later, she had transformed rather alarmingly into My First Brigitte Bardot.
Et Dieu créa la poupée.
I wasn’t prepared for the memories that floated to the surface while I worked. I remembered having the only doll I owned as a child taken away when I turned five years old. I remembered my sister opening at least one Barbie every birthday and every Christmas morning, and having my mother slap my hand if I reached out to touch them. I remembered having a rag doll I sewed myself cut into pieces and burnt in front of me. I remembered the week of punishment that followed being caught playing with a neighbor girl’s dollhouse, and the threat of worse if I so much as looked at the Barbie styling head she got as a present for good grades.
Now I was gently teasing apart locks of doll hair in my own workroom as a grown man. It felt odd, but also…soothing. Why? It wasn’t as though I’d cried into my pillow every night for forty years over dolls I wasn’t allowed to play with. Still, there was a distinct sensation of fulfillment. Of getting something back that had been taken away.
Once the tangles were out and the hair was washed (easy to do, since the entire wig came off and had to be glued back into place), I got to play with other toys forbidden in my childhood: curlers and bobby pins.
I used perm curlers on purpose–they’re better for Nadine’s small head.
It wasn’t a good job. I’ve had some further practice and professional advice and will comb it out and do it again. Still…I liked doing it. I’m not sorry to have done it. I’m not embarrassed to have done it.
Now I’ve moved along to the knitting. The instructions in J’apprends à tricoter leave much to be desired (more on that next time), but Nadine (her name will be changed, to what I’m not sure) has the simple little bolero with bow ties for her first ensemble.
Bolero in Gepard Woolia (100% organic merino wool).
I’ve started the matching bouffant skirt. She’ll need a white blouse, too, which I’ll sew myself. And I think I’ll knit her a pair of fine white socks.
This has been a strange letter to write. I’m not ashamed of what I’ve been doing. It’s not illegal. It’s not immoral. So why am I flinching? Who will deliver the slap?
Cordialement,
Franklin
What a wonderful thing to be doing! I do admire you especially for tackling the hair, at which I was never very successful. But what a bizarre story to tell to a little French child: I would have been weeping over poor dumb Primevere, forever unable to dance and Cyclone banned from his natural element.
I always enjoy Franklins “Letters from Paris” and this one was a delight. What a lovely story (book) and a great idea for the window. I hope their will be a followup letter with a picture of the completed window display.
Normally I am somewhat disturbed by dolls but your story makes me adore Nadine! I can’t wait to see the window display! When will it be up???
As it is, I’m stressed out for poor Primevere – I already worry too much about inanimate objects, lol!
This might be my favorite one of your columns. Thank you so much for sharing. Can’t wait for the next installment!
Exactement!
Ahhh, the first Toy Story!
One of the perks of adulthood is the opportunity to rewrite/relive some childhood memories. We are who we are and times have changed. Hopefully someday your past won’t be repeated for other boys in the future.
I am currently in Paris with one day left and if it is not too creepy I intend to come visit the shop. I don’t have high hopes of seeing you, but if I did I am not sure whether I should bow down or give you a hug. (You would probably welcome neither but the story this week is so well-written and so poignant that I felt moved to do both.)
I hope that you and Nadine share many special moments together and that her clothes come out parfait. Far from the slap, I would like to administer some parenting in retrospect, to improve on what your adults misguidedly gave you. You are allowed, always, to embrace what you love. Forever.
I could not improve on your warm and loving comment. Meeci.
I love it! Born in 1948 this speaks to me!
I remember learning to knit for my dolls!
It’s a lovely idea to use this theme for the window of the “Tricoteurs volants”. I’m looking forward to see it!
Of course Nadine is very “dated” it’s one of these names very much in use in the late forties and fifties, like my own name Martine which was used for a famous series of books, like Caroline, so I think it’s not a bad idea to keep a name form those days…
Glad you were at last be able to play with a doll: I remember my brother liked it too and and I liked to play with his cars! My parents didn’t mind!
Well to make it short, excellent idea keep going!
Best,
Martine
Well done, what an exciting project. Sadly my old dolls have molded hair so combing. Good luck with the rest of her outfits.
Nice job on the hair! I’m flashing back to my American doll period a few years ago when I bought abused dolls and doll parts on eBay, restored them, and made them new clothes. Very very satisfying endeavor!
You’re just living your best life! Can’t wait to see finished window. Always wanted a gay uncle. You would be the best.
Does her voice box still work? Manana?
Sorry, auto correct! Maman!
So many laughs this AM! Thank you Franklin, for always putting a smile on my face!
Dear Franklin, please do not flinch! I seem to be having an emotional morning. Your lovely writing left me teary-eyed. As a teacher for thirty years, one of my “aches” was for children that were having a difficult time and may continue to do so. This teacher hugged and put a gentle hand on so many over the years. Why some of our species feel a need to dictate how others, harming no one, must live their lives is beyond comprehension to me. Thank you for writing for us, following your passion, and sharing the joys and heartaches that make up a life.
Eagerly anticipating the shop window reveal!
Perfectly said!! ❤️
What a perfect, marvelous response to a perfect, marvelous Franklin letter. I loved every word of what you shared. Think how many lives you touched over the years. How many children you allowed to feel strong. How you created a safe space for every one of your students. You have many superpowers. Thank you.
Thank you for stating exactly my feelings. This was a very bittersweet column and touched me deeply. Sending love to Franklin for the amazing openness and kindness you share.
I, too, taught elementary school for about 30 years, and it is always difficult for children, whom others feel are different. Bless your courage and love for caring for Nadine. I love the picture of the curlers in her hair. We can’t wait to see her outfit!!
Blessings to you as always!!
I’m so sorry that happened to you, and to so many other little boys, and also filled with delight that your inner child can play so fabulously with dolls now. I might pop by the shop to pay hommage. Let us know when the display is ready 🙂
Thank you for this column, Franklin. My heart aches for you and for children in families who expressed their “love” as yours did. Lifelong effects, even as you now get to do what you love. Bless you. And wishes that we, as a society, continue to progress and do better for today’s children.
We gave our son a doll with outfits and a little basket bed for Christmas in the 1970’s. He played very happily with the doll.
Then vacation was over and he returned to daycare where he was resoundingly ridiculed when he mentioned what he rec’d for Christmas. Very sad.
So glad you can nurture Nadine and your child self that was thwarted so cruelly all those years ago! A touching story on so many levels—thank you!
And I can’t wait to see the finished shop window!
I love your letter, like always.
If we are finally getting it right, the only slap pending will be on your back for a job perfectly executed.
What a wonderful and fun project! And, I hope, healing with no slaps. I used to make clothes for my sister’s Barbie. Much fun. I hope you will post the window when it is finished. Enjoy!
A brilliant letter, as always.
But you stopped me in my tracks in the paragraph describing your childhood memories. It made me so sad that you were treated like that. And I am just so happy that you are now where you are and who you are and that no one will deliver the slap.
Much love to you.
Only hugs and kisses are to be delivered!!!! I love you, your doll and your stories, dearest Franklin!!!!
I love the dolls and the idea of dressing one for the holiday window. And I love it that you were willing to draw back the curtain a little and let us glimpse a sad memory along with all the lovely humorous takes we’re accustomed to. You honor us.
What a wonderful letter!
“Et Dieu crea la poupee”
Lol <3
I recognize that family…
I grew up in that family, but then most of us who are of a certain age did.
Thank you for sharing your healing journey & delightful escapades along the way.
You're healing us (as much or more) too.
I enjoyed your story, as usual. It makes me want to get out my dolls and their beautiful hand knit clothes made by my mother, aunts and myself. My mother is 97 years old. I’m not telling my age.
I’m a fan who never comments but thanks for making me laugh out loud – repeatedly – this morning. Franklin, you really are the best! Nadine, you’re in great hands!
No one will deliver the slap. You are wonderful as you are.
I am so looking forward to seeing not only the final window but your process of creating it and your enjoyment of doing so
If I could, I would deliver a hug.
I jumped right in when I saw Man from Paris!
You broke my heart when I read you couldn’t even have your self made doll!
I so hope that parents today will let children be who they are!
Your doll is so beautiful, and if you were here at Christmas you could help me decorate my pink Barbie tree!
Franklin, I bought a sweet soft doll we named Bob for my son before our second baby arrived so he could have a baby to hold and play with any time he wanted. He preferred Legos, but Bob could sit nearby and watch! No one in this community will slap. Not one. And we love your letters!
Loved this! So sad we stereotype our kids when they are growing up. My son is gay. Growing up he didn’t like the feel of corduroy. I knew he was different but didn’t understand until he left for college. He has grown to be a very successful man and I am so proud of him. I’m proud of you for writing this and letting us all see your unfulfilled desires from childhood. Enjoy knitting for your doll! Can’t wait to see the holiday display.
So sorry for your childhood, Franklin. What a great job you did with Nadine’s hair.
I don’t usually comment, though I always appreciate your writing. I want to thank you for the bravery in today’s column. To look back at those memories and to be brave enough to let the light shine on them and to share them with us is powerful. I am glad you are making your own choices and sharing them with us.
Great writing and looking forward to part two.
Si belle! J’aime ca!
Nadine bears an uncanny resemblance to my 1950s Ginny Doll (by Vogue, an all-American company). She also had eyes that opened and closed. I wasn’t a dolly kind of girl (boy, am I lucky that they didn’t slap my hand for building a model car, or I might not have advanced to engineering school); my Ginny is still in marvelous condition and her emerald green velvet and tulle dress is nearly mint.
I’m glad you can finally get your just deserts. Will your window “dressing” still be up when I land in Paris late October?
Since Franklin said this is being planned as a Christmas window (Joyeux Noel!) then it’s a pretty safe bet that it will not have been taken down by October. Whether it has yet been installed might be the more apropos question. It does sound as though you may get to visit the shop and see an original Franklin Habit window design, even if not the fabulous Nadine de Noel!
Enjoy Paris for all the rest of us!
Lovely. I knitted for my Tiny Tears who resembles Nadine, when I was a child.
HUGS from Iowa to France to you!
Bravo!
Such a fulfilling thing to (finally) get to do.
She looks lovely.
Loved this! I loved dolls as I grew up and I still love them as a senior woman. I made sure my three boys all had access to dolls. Two out of three enjoyed playing with them. Only one of my five grandchildren plays with dolls and my heart wrenched for you when you were punished for playing with them. This project of yours fascinates me and I admire all the effort, research, and care that you putting into it. Bonne chance! I hope to see the finished window.
Kenneth D. King, a famous clothing designer, relates in his book “All Grown Up Now” about having a Barbie who he designed and sewed clothing for. I’m not sure how he managed to keep his Barbie from being confiscated, for it was definitely not approved by the adults in his life. His childhood “hobby” turned into a real career.
I love all your articles Franklin- they’re always a treat to read. Just the right mix of humor, edification and Paris life. This article was especially touching—thanks so much for sharing. You’re exactly the right person for the job of giving Nadine her glow up. She’s looking amazing and I’m sure her skirt, blouse and socks will be equally gorgeous! Keep up the great work and keep your letters coming— they’re terrific!!
I always enjoy your letters and this one especially. We recently lost my MIL (Alice Nadine), to Alzheimer’s. She taught me to knit and opened a whole new world of creativity and design to me. Nadine always had her hair permed too.
Your attention to detail is unchallenged so there should be no shame. You are remarkable and I am so thrilled that I was able to visit the shop and see some of your window display artistry in person last year.
I would love to plan a trip to France to see your fine window display. What a great idea. I’ve admired your creativity since you were writing the Panopticom – is that what you called it? I’m so glad you’ve recovered from your childhood trauma with loving forgiveness and ability to choose your passion now. Without shame or guilt. That’s a lot of recovery. Bravo!
love. Love. LOVE.
Loved every word of this. I laughed. I cried. I want to come to Paris just to see the finished window display!
What a wonderful column. Of course, the dolls, the memories. Of course the frustration with the hair…though none ever came off for me, thank goodness. And the recounting of your mistreatment. I started to say the 19xxs were hard for non-conforming children. But non- conforming children are always at risk. I am impressed with your achievement and willingness to discuss the pain that motivated it. I am usually not your top fan, but today, I am. Thank you. And all best wishes to Nadine. She has found a much better Papa Noel figure!
Big hugs to child you. If it helps, my own 3-year-old son can play with dolls as much as he likes. As long as he doesn’t sneak into his sister’s room to steal her dolls, that is! You’re doing a beautiful job with Nadine.
I am sorry your dolls were taken away. That is so sad.
Once I asked for a Lego train for my birthday and it was GIVEN TO MY BROTHER instead. And clearly, it’s still living in my head. These repeated actions must have been even worse.
Rock on, Nadine! I am excited to see how she turns out. Window dressing sounds very fun. Like a big old dollhouse to tinker with regularly but not taking up space in your actual space.
For me, it was a moped, which I wasn’t allowed to have. When my brother got one at 16 and I asked why, my parents said (as if it were obvious), well, he’s a boy!
Christmas! The train was Christmas. Which is not my birthday idk what I was thinking for that split second.
What an art! Great work.
She’s lovely and I’m so glad that you’re getting to play with her after all these years.
How fun! I love it that you have “saved” a doll from that era. Makes me think fondly of the dolls I had (not Barbie!) back them
I dare say that NO ONE will deliver a slap…other than to applaud you. Sad that you experienced all that you wrote and so happy that you have now found happiness to bask in. Your faithful will now scour their attics and basements and you may find yourself knee deep in dolls! My favorite was a lovely bride doll and her hair was not much better than what lovely had before you got your hands and comb on her. How I look forward to Letters from Paris! Kali sou mera! KF
By the way, I wouldn’t redo *The Do*. She looks perfectly lovely!
Wait…. I love the name Nadine!
(I was given that same name in 1957!) better than the Karen part….
I never understood why boy’s “couldn’t” play with dolls. I HATED dolls and apparently would find frogs and toads to put dresses on. I have no memory of this but apparently I came in one day crying because I lost my frog. My mother asked what it looked like and I replied, it’s in a pink dress, sniff, sniff…. I can’t even imagine what the neighbors next door, who enjoyed their alcohol A LOT, thought when it probably hopped by.
Your work is stunning and I’m glad you are slowly breaking your “bonds”!
OMG, I love this! Am fond of frogs & toads too but didn’t have the imagination as a kid to dress them, so funny. I had dolls when very little that ended up w/o arms, legs and heads because of my brother a yr older than me. Was much more fond of animal toys. Children’s imaginations should be nurtured not stymied. What Franklin went through as a child is terrible and heartbreaking.
Too funny!!!!
Thank you, Franklin. For all you share and for the joy you bring. I am very sorry for the treatment you received as a child. My guess is you’ve worked hard to be the wonderful adult you are today. Someone else mentioned that you heal us as well, and I think that’s true. So, thank you, Franklin.
Wouldn’t it be lovely if everyone was encouraged to use their talents and creativity in ways that made them happy and fed their soul? So glad you can “play” while dressing the windows at Les Tricoteurs Volants. Enrico is lucky and blessed to have your help!
I really like this, Franklin. You reminded me of myself playing with dolls and making clothes for them from scraps of fabric and yarn. Thanks.
Not a slap, just a standing ovation! Your narrative brought me to tears. My sister bought both of her sons dolls along with other typical toys for years. I just turned 70, and have 2 Chinahead dolls I have been knitting dresses for. My knitting for them is done privately as I was afraid of being ridiculed for playing with dolls at my age. Your words make me want to stop hiding that WIP when people stop by.
Franklin’s first china doll got a lovely, very traditional outfit years ago. I can’t remember if it was in the Panopticon or not, but really worth digging out.
Since Nadine will be part of a holiday window display, she will of course need a hat, scarf, muff, mittens, lap rug…hope you have enough yarn! (And I can hear Ms. Parton now: “Nadine, Nadine, Nadine, Nadine, I’m begging of you….)
I believe you’re thinking of Dolly Parton’s “Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene”.
She looks so wonderful now, after her day at the spa. I hope she gives you a big tip.
As a child, I was in the newspaper for making my dolls Christmas gifts, of clothing. Your description of making her clothes brings up this memory. I played dolls with my boyfriend, when we were 10. His brother thought he was nuts. It’s never too late to enjoy what brings you joy.
Franklin, this is brilliant! I am so happy you are having fun. When done, I know she will be beautiful.
Glad you are finally able to play with dolls, and I look forward to seeing the whole ensemble!
Franklin,
Thank you for sharing your story with us. I hope Nadine helps heal your heart as you heal (fix) her hair and clothes. ❤️
Oh, Franklin. I love you.
Bravo. Such a sad but sweet story . Beautifully done
Bravo! Carry on! No sniping here. She is already beautiful!
Franklin,
You be you and thank you for sharing the doll’s journey! My heart hurts for young Franklin. Give him a hug and tell him he turned out perfect.
No need to flinch, Franklin. You and Nadine are both adorable. I hope there will be a boys’ version of Primevere to knit for the young Franklins of today.
So fun Franklin…and I can totally understand your potential shame of playing with dolls. At my more advanced age (of 76) I can share that. While my mother was still living we so joyously visited the American Girl doll store in our town (alas, no longer. So sad) and had our own dolls which were treated to beauty shop appointments and new outfits occasionally regularly. We coveted any potential shame from others with our shared JOY by also shopping for various granddaughters. I still have a special knitting bag full of yarn and patterns. As a beginning pattern knitter I was relying on my mother’s expertise for learning more. Dementia gradually creeped in and she became less able to knit or crochet. Then Covid hit and what came from that became too terrible to talk about.
I’ve since given my doll to my beloved great granddaughter, too soon really, although she is advanced for age two. No longer do we have a store here in our town. But I still plan to knit for this precious doll once my Great is a bit older and can care more about things like this.
Thank you for sharing this wonderful story and keep up the good work!!! I’m Very Very proud of your courage
Your American friend,
Jackie
What a beautifully told recollection! I often think back to the clothes and outfits I knitted or crocheted or sewed for my dolls when I was around 10 or so. I honestly don’t know how I did it, as I don’t remember having patterns. (I’m not nearly that creative anymore!) I’ve knitted for the following 70 years, although arthritis has slowed me down a bit.
Thank you for sharing. Love your “letters.”
I hope no one delivers a slap! My goodness, who exactly are you harming? No one. Anyone who thinks so should be turned into a mute and unmoving doll. Enjoy what you enjoy, and I will enjoy reading what you write..
I celebrate that you were able to claim your true identity, and have achieved justified acclaim for your accomplishments. Thank you for being so open about finding delight in activities that were denied in your childhood. May you continue to find joy as you plan and assemble this display.
Nadine and you are wonderful.
There is something so beautiful about your care and kindness for this doll. I hope it brings you joy and healing, it certainly does for me.
What a wonderful insight into a very complicated man. Thank you for printing it.
Wow! Thanks for this post <3
I was shamed for continuing to interact with my dolls well into high school, and I’m female. I’m still a little embarrassed that I renewed my interest in dolls when our granddaughter was born. (I had to have one, you see, as a model for clothes I was making for our granddaughter’s doll, who did not live in my home.) The interest led to a slew of online stories for the grandkids and their dolls (boys, too), and now I have books telling the adventures of the dolls that live with me and lots of free patterns on Ravelry for others to knit for dolls. This is a great article. Thanks so much for writing it!
I checked out your Ravelry pages and am in awe!
Thank you, Franklin, for this beautifully written, bittersweet and heartbreaking story all at once.
BUT! Welcome to the wonderful world of doll knitting! I’ve loved making doll clothes for many years, starting with my mothers Danish knitting doll pattern books. I would pour over them as a child before I learned to knit. And of course after immigrating to the US, i could no longer read the patterns…sigh. But I live knitting doll clothes to this day, mostly for my American Girl doll, and gifts. There’s just something so refreshing about teeny-tiny knit for fun projects!
Enjoy, my darling Franklin!
Dear Franklin,
The story of your early years broke my heart, but, being able to follow Nadine-soon-to-be-a-new-someone has made me so happy. You have given all of us the wonderful gifts of your creative mind. I have been with you since your/my days in Chicago and remember fondly Delores’ Presidential campaign (I miss sassy Delores and Harry, the sweetest ball of yarn ever! I do hope she and he are well) You have explored knitting, crochet, spinning, doll house furnishing (amazing work), sewing, and French! (I am half French and can only manage Patisserie which is almost as important as “ou sont les toilettes” ) I’m sure I have forgotten something else you have introduced us to. My point is you were trying then to learn what you now, so graciously and with marvelous humor, share with all of us. I say thank you dear boy (I was born in 1947 so have earned the right to be “sassy and familiar”). I can’t wait to see what comes next!
How wonderful that you get to fulfill the dream of window dressing the yarn shop. It does sound like one of the best parts of having a yarn store. I’m sure the proprietress is grateful everyday for your contribution to the enterprise!
So happy you found Nadine! Isn’t she lucky to be in your capable hands for refurbishment and wardrobe renewal? I imagine she’ll have a long career as a knitwear model in the window display.
Paris seems to be providing you a wonderful home, so happy for you.
My bad, I had some (false) memory that the owner was a woman.
So, the proprietor! is lucky!
Good for you!
This is so cool! What a great project! I am so happy to hear that a life-long ambition has been fulfilled. I was amazed at how different Nadine looks so far. I remember getting the original Barbie doll as a gift for getting my tonsils out. I ended up with lots of Barbies and my favorite, a Shirley Temple doll. But I never played with them so much as sewed clothes for them. (Not very well, I might add).
And no one on this forum is judging you.
I read somewhere, long ago: It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.
I felt sad reading this. I’m sorry for the way you were treated. I can’t even imagine.
I know your Christmas window display will be beautiful.
You’re the best. I love reading about your adventures.
I watched something similar happen to my brother when I was too young to know what to do about it, so I promise, no slaps coming from here, Franklin. Instead, hugs and some joyful huzzahs for what sounds like a lovely reclaiming experience.
Franklin, all three of my grandsons have dolls of their own courtesy of their grandma and with the blessing of their parents. I know we haven’t come far enough but I believe that there is hope! Good luck with the project, I cannot wait to see the results!
…mute, paralytic dolls.
Thank you
You touched my heart with your story. Looking forword to All Dolled Up part 2!
You touched my heart with your story. Looking forward to All Dolled Up part 2!
I’m really looking forward to the continuation of Nadine’s story. I have found great joy in doing « forbidden » things which including taking drafting in high school and studying piano and playing golf as an adult. Blessings upon your path!
Were it not for the fees/fines you would have to pay to receive gifts through the mail, I would send you a copy of “William’s Doll” by Charlotte Zolotow (1972), in which a wise grandmother recognizes a boy’s need for a doll.
My children adored this story, and when our son expressed a desire for a doll, he was given a Cabbage Patch model that he named Bubba, and which he happily fed with a magic orange juice bottle through its nostrils, those being the only receptacles apparent on Bubba’s face.
I look forward to the further adventure of Nadine and think I may need a Nadine of my own for whom to knit.
Let me join the line of people waiting to hug you. I was severely chastised for wanting to listen to the opera on Saturday afternoon. Now I work at the Met. And, different music, Nadine may be an appropriate name. I think it was Chuck Berry: “Nadine? Honey, is that you?”
Now that is a make over to be very proud of having ! My grandmother made all of the clothes for my dolls with a matching outfit for me. And she made all of the clothes for my Barbie doll. The most memorable sweater that she made for me is now 51 years old. It was a gift for my 22nd birthday in February and my brother had died in November. It was the most comforting hug I’ve ever received
My mother had the English version of this book and I learnt to knit using it as well! Your post was a great trip down memory lane.
Lovely article and wonderful project. I was saddened reading about the childhood memories that you shared. Happy holidays to an amazing knitter and writer.
NO ONE will deliver the slap! Au contraire, you will be admired and loved for what you are doing….please keep us up to date on the doll clothes and designs. I remember (many years ago) knitting hats for my niece’s Barbie doll…it was great fun, and could be accomplished within my very short attention span at the time.
Franklin, so exciting to see your work on this doll, and thanks so much for sharing it with us! I have a doll from my youth, and want to make her some clothes and fix her hair. Very much looking forward to seeing your future articles on this project!
Beautiful work. Never stop.
I weep for the child you were, Franklin. Between the story and your childhood, I’m not sure which is scarier! I would have you know how loved and appreciated you are in this day and time. Few contributors to this MDK Letters get as many responses as you do. I so look forward to all your articles and insights. Merci, Franklin, until the next time we meet!
As your dad comes quite a bit (considering it’s Europe) for visits, I presume he’s come around to seeing the world through your eyes? Childhood injustices have a nasty way of being eternal. We are so blessed to have you as a close, personal friend thanks to electricity and a few gizmos for communication.
I kiss you on both cheeks!
You are THE BEST!
Thank you thank you thank you for your article!
And I love what you’ve done with Nadine’s hair!
Bravo!
I wish I could you a hug. Nadine looks fabulous.
A beautiful article! I’m sorry you didn’t get to enjoy playing with a doll as a child. And so sad that showing care and love in play would ever be considered wrong.
My grandmother knitted beautiful dresses for my Barbie, complete with coordinating hats and handbags!
Franklin! This is so charming and so tender. I am 76 years old, so had the following dolls: Betsy McCall, Barbie, and various baby dolls. Your article opened some memory doors of playing dolls with my sister for hours. I haven’t thought about that for some time.
I hope you will enjoy ever moment of this journey with Nadine (not her real name–is naming a doll like the naming of cats???)
I so enjoyed your story, except the part where you were repeatedly punished. My brother spent our childhood burning, melting, de-hairing or drowning every doll I received.
That is a bizarre problem with anything from that era. Everything reeks of smoke to some degree. I tried refurbishing some train cases, and it was impossible to find any that were smoke free.
Good job Franklin
I did not have many dolls growing up and l envied my neighbours. I took my revenge when l turned 40 and bought all those vintage dolls l’ had been dreaming of. I took great pleasure in beautifying those dolls. Hair care is definitely a challenge. I have washed,conditioned and even replaced wigs. You can go down a very deep rabbit hole…
WAY TO GO. HOORAY FOR SHARING. GOOD LUCK.
The story book seems very French – and as I say that I realize I don’t know really what I mean by that. Just that Euoropean childrens’ stories have a darkness to them that seems un-childlike to me. (Of course, U.S. children’s songs, like Darling Clementine are no better…..). Anyway – I’ve fought with doll hair a few times over the years, and never achieved the success you’ve found here – I’m rooting (lol) for you.
Can’t wait to see the finished windows!
As for the emotion of playing with dolls, I grew up in the Free to Be You and Me era, and so “William Wants a Doll” is a song I knew. I’m sorry you didn’t have grown-ups who could recognize that caregiving, fashion and love were appropriate for all children to learn and emulate.
When our grandson was about 3 he wanted to play with his sister’s teaset. Of course, there was breakage, so I sent him a tin teaset for his birthday. He was so excited and pleased. He and his sister played with their sets together and served many cups of tea. The salesclerk asked me what his father would think of this as a gift for a boy. I said he would think it was great-and he did. When they were older and I had dressed an American Girl Doll for his sister, he asked me why he couldn’t have a doll. So I found one of the American Girl Boys for him. Made a soccer outfit, a tuxedo, pajamas, and some other stuff. Plenty of knitted items for both.
When he was at a friend’s birthday party the other boys made fun of the birthday boy because he had a doll. My grandson said,”Wait! This is an American Girl Boy! It’s really special. My sister and I play “From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler” with our dolls. What’s wrong with you all?”
To this day the father of the birthday boy tells my grandson how happy this defense of his son made him. Thank was about 17 years ago.
Dear Franklin, I wish those memories weren’t there for you, but I know they are part of who you are. You are one of the best people on this earth. Thank you for this. I grew up in the forties, and a doctor from Uruguay whom my (Anatomy Professor) dad had brought to teach after the war, gave two dolls like this to my big sister and me. My sister named hers Christina, the daughter’s name, and I named mine Judy. Don’t ask me why. I dressed them both over the years.
Forgive the long post, first time I’ve told this story to someone who will hopefully like it.
No slaps, only admiration. I hope you’re at least as proud of yourself and your courage as I am, a stranger from across the sea.
Ooh! I think it turned out pretty great! Mohair wigs are NOT easy to work with! And I’m so glad you got to overwrite some memories in favor of better ones.
The doll looks great–well done, but what an absolutely awful children’s story–YIKES.
Franklin, your tender story seems to be a full circle moment in the making! It is lovely to know the enjoyment you have realized bringing Nadine to a better condition and I am so looking forward to the conclusion of your endeavors. Thank you as always!
We love you just the way you are
I absolutely adore this! Let me LEAD your hands to this (and any) doll! Can’t wait to see her adventures.
Be healed. Be at peace. You are among friends. And you are enough. Exactly as you are.
No one should have something they made destroyed. You bring so much joy, and your columns are my favorite. Look at the extraordinary beauty that you create with your hands. Be well, my friend. Much love to you and respect for your bravery.
I think you are brilliant for revitalizing Nadine and bringing the story to life!
It’s true that you haven’t cried into your pillow for forty years over the dolls you couldn’t play with, but I suspect the child in you hadn’t given up the wish, but simply learned to keep it quiet. To have that wish finally met is lovely and sets right a very old wrong — autonomy returned to that younger version of you, wrapped up in a delightful project. Well done!
Wonderful story! Looking forward to the new outfit and hairstyling.
I like her wonky eyes– just like mine! My left eye drifts to the outside too–amblyopia.
You are a brave and wonderful man to share your life with us. Nadine is a very lucky doll and we are lucky that you share her with us.
Loved this. The doll looks great and her hair looks great too!
Thank you for sharing from your past and your present.
I’m sorry you weren’t allowed to play with dolls when younger and I’m glad you’re able to heal from that now.
Such a wonderful time – I’m happy for you!!! Can’t wait to see her ensemble come along. If the bolero is anything to go by, she’ll be a stunner.
As always, delightful and insightful. I look forward to the next chapter.
That’s one cute mute and paralytic poupee! And it’s never too late to have a happy childhood!
I love this! Thank you for sharing your work with the doll. It makes me want to find an old doll and rescue her too.
I love it!
Wish I had been able to see this while we were in Paris! Alas, we’re back in the states!
Nadine is beautiful and playing with dolls as a grownup (or crayons, or legos, or lots of other toys) is such a great thing to do. As a cis-gendered female I was encouraged rather than punished for playing with dolls, and very sad that this happened to you. I hope you play to your heart’s content now with joy and in safety.
My main “play” with dolls was to make them little clothes, … plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose …and like the girl in the story this is what brought me to knitting. I have a stack of books with patterns for wee amigurimi dolls and tiny clothes for them but have not yet made any. Must correct that soon!
Fantastique monsieur Franklin !
Jouer à la poupée, un peu de couture et tricoter…le combo parfait !
Même à mon âge…j’ai 67 ans.
Caroline
Thank you for this lovely letter. I learned to knit in 7th grade for my Troll Doll. LOL. Sending kindness to you as you remember your childhood injustices. We lived in a time that was wonderful in some ways but awful in others.
Thank you for sharing the yarn shop, I messaged you recently as we are visiting Paris in May and I’m searching for stores where I can find a more memorable souvenir than at LV. I’ll make a note of this one and if you see my message and have other suggestions I’m open to them.
Thanks for being the wonderful person you are.
Does she speak? It looks like there is a speaker inside. Do you want to try your magic on my Chatty Cathy (circa 1960s, blond version)?
Loved this letter and I´m already waiting for the next one! Enjoy very, very much all the work you are doing with Nadine!
I am so sorry you were slapped. I’m sending hugs to child Franklin and so glad that this foray into dolls has been more soothing. I, too, am in bad need of a spa day! Thanks for the chuckles this morning. You are wonderful.
Not a slap, but kudos! What a lovely story. You turned Cinderella into the princess.I totally get the gay uncle thing, I was the indulgent aunt at a friend’s yarn store. It was the most fun and none of the responsibility.
As for the actual story, many fairytales in the original form are fairly grim – using Cinderella‘s step sisters as an example. In the original story, they cut off their toes to fit the slipper; and doves peck out their eyes at the wedding.
On that happy note, thanks so much for your lovely writings. They are always enjoyed and appreciated.
Lovely work! And how satisfying it must have been to work through that ‘tangle’ of memories and to come out so well on the other end of such limiting childrearing habits. Good for you!
My husband had such bizarre Christmas present stories. He would wake up on Christmas and find many things he had asked for—presents he was so excited about. One time he even got a G.I. Joe, but his father said, “My son won’t be playing with dolls.” Still, he did get other toys and gifts. But then, (for many years) the day after Christmas—on the 26th—all of those things would mysteriously disappear. Later, when he visited his cousin’s house, he’d see them all there, given to his cousin by his own parents. He said this went on for years. He’d get presents on Christmas, but by the next day they’d be gone from his house and showing up at his cousin’s. So I’m not sure—it just seems there are some really bizarre things that happen in the world of Christmas presents.
Dear Franklin,
When I read your letter, my heart broke for the little Franklin all those years ago…I know of your pain….my youngest daughter,who would be part of your community, and I went shopping when she was little…..she would never play with dolls and preferred to be in the action figure aisle.Another mother was there and informed us that we needed to be shopping in another aisle…..needless to say, that took the joy out of my daughter ‘s trip….
Enjoy your articles and PS….I would have given up on that hair…lol
What a fabulous column! Thank you for sharing. When I was little I longed for the cars and trucks that my brothers always got – particularly those amazing little MatchBox cars.
I feel for you as a child, wishing to play with certain things and not being aloud to. My brother always got the train set and I got the dolls, which I never even looked at once they were unwrapped. The only one I keep is a black doll given to me by my father when I was two – I am now 70 – and she has been everywhere I have lived and has never left me. And, after the inevitable arguments with my brother, I got to play with the train set, and, later, the Scalextric.
I have a friend who was given a toy army lorry as a child, and he turned it into a horsebox as he hated war toys. Another friend was supposed to follow his father into structural engineering but, to his father’s disgust, became first a chef, then a draughtsman. He is now in demand as a renovator of old buildings, writes poetry, paints beautiful pictures and lives with his husband in a converted church. he and his father never got over the ‘coming out’ thing.
We compartmentalise children and try to make them what we want them to be, and all we should want as parents is that they are happy, healthy and are enabled, by the strength of character we try to build into them, to follow their own path in life and their own dreams.
So keep on being you and try to let go of what people tried to make you. You decide your path, no one else.
And thank you for your stories of living in Paris, they are entertaining and informative and very enjoyable.
Franklin I think you are awesome! Just keep doing you! No flinching required
Franklin – Love you and your articles so much! Hug that doll and take back what was stolen from you!
So glad for the fulfillment you experienced in this. Reading about your journey was a gift.
Happy memories for me. I received the kit with this book, Yarn, needles and a spooly shaped like a penguin to make yards of I-cord, on Christmas when I was seven about 1955. My mom taught me to knit & a very patient neighbor knit with me through all the patterns. A lifelong gift was given that day. Mine was from Canada & in English. The Penguin spooly is long gone. I’d love to find another one. I have the book on my shelf. A replacement, alas as the original was misplaced.
The story freaked me out.
Can’t wait to see your dolly wardrobe.
Glad you at long last get to play with dolls.
I loved this account of your adventures with Nadine! It’s interesting how we are afforded with opportunities later in life that heal injuries of the past. I am looking forward to the unveiling of her new wardrobe.
Franklin, keep on “playing” (working!) with dolls. Your younger you is watching, and approves. Thank you for a beautiful letter from Paris.
Beautifully written, Franklin. Thank you and please share a photo of the finished product.
Dear Franklin, you’re fixing some broken places and tending your inner little boy while you’re tending to the doll. I’m glad she’s in your life and you can play, I mean work, with her. Some parents are so terrified of anything different, but grownup life is for fixing the sadness you felt as a child. Go you! Maybe you need a doll to keep??
As I sit outside listening to the Sandhill cranes chatter this almost fall morning, I’m looking forward to all of the changes for little Nadine and your beautiful story. You’re giving new life to an old life❤️
I savored every word of this letter as I saved it to read on my lovely Saturday grande matin. I am so happy Nadine has made her way to you and you to Nadine. Are you familiar with the antique doll shop in the 6th? It is across the street from the hotel where we stay when in Paris on the corner of Rue Vaugirard and Servandoni. Lovely shop with ever changing window displays. As someone who played with dolls until long after it was socially acceptable (I once had to put away my dolls reluctantly to get dressed for a high school dance)…I believe dolls are for everyone. Happy knitting and hope to see your window display in November.
I always look forward to your columns. I love all of them and this one may be my favorite. Thank you for making me smile this morning. ❤️❤️
Such a charming story! Thank you for rescuing this beautiful vintage doll and for sharing with us!
love it! enjoy!
No slaps from this mom, Msr. Habit. Only loving approval. You have received and appreciated a gift – the chance to remember and fulfill your childhood desires. Enjoy.
Oh, I just love reading this! As an avid doll collector and “costumer” I appreciate the care you took with Nadine -or whatever her name will be. But from years of humorous comments made by my family, I thoroughly enjoyed your humor -and will be sharing it with them and my doll lover friends.
I can’t wait to see what creations you make for her.
I think I may have that book -at least the knitting portions-in English.
So many of us appreciate your creative endeavors and I, for one, look forward to ALL of your adventures. Especially involving the fiber arts. Now you can add “doll hair stylist” to your long list of achievements. As always, thank you for sharing!
Franklin, your writing is always terrific but this one made me laugh out loud more than once! Can’t wait to see the finished window, I’m sure it will be magnifique!
Few pleasures match that of the childhood dream fulfilled.
This is so lovely. Wishing you many happy days of playing with dolls ahead.
Again, you have brought me to tears not only with the story but the depth of feeling you put into it. I am grateful you are now where you’re meant to be.
Please send a pic of the final shop window when you are done. You are so gifted. And now you must tell us the rest of the story. Thanks
No one here will deliver a slap. You are protected, and encouraged to be yourself. Thanks for the trip down memory lane. My mom had a couple of antique dolls with long dresses and a hood. Imagine my horror as a five year old when I pulled on the hood and there was no hair! I laugh now but man that’s still a creepy memory.
It’s such a beautiful gift to be able to heal any of the little hurts from childhood and lay that pain aside. This makes more room inside us for joy.
Thank you for bravely sharing this vulnerable moment with us!
Sending you my heartfelt hug. Continue to enjoy your doll. I am eager to see all the outfits that you create for her.
Like so many others, I sat here and cried for that little boy who spent his time making himself a doll only to watch it destroyed in such a horrid way. That’s not punishment, it’s cruelty. I’m so pleased that you now have Nadine to love and nurture and knit for. When my son was young (he’ll be 50 this fall), he wanted a Cabbage Patch Kid. His father (my ex) had a fit over that. I asked if he’d object to our son having a teddy bear. He was fine with that. So, I told him to just think of the doll as a bald teddy bear. He couldn’t argue with that and the doll was purchased. Charles Wallace (the doll) went with us everywhere for about a year and was a treasured family member. Also, when my son was in third grade he wanted to learn how to knit. So I taught him. He made a scarf and displayed it at the school craft fair. Several people, mostly men, made snide comments about a boy knitting. Thank heaven times have changed. My son now has two boys of his own and they’re encouraged to be who they are and follow their passions.
We love you Franklin. For more reasons than you can imagine. ❤️
Franklin, thank you so much for the story (which, I’m sure will be continued later).
I do have a question, what are the pin hole marks on her chest?
I love the bolero.
Putting the hair into curlers and bobby pins reminds me of my childhood and part of my adulthood. I remember sitting at a small stool while my Mother (RIP) tried to convince my hair to behave under her command (it was tough).I have just recently cut most of my hair off. I’m not completely bald but close enough. I’m glad that you took such time to make her hair look absolutely gorgeous.
Thank you for giving her a spa treatment.
ST
I so admire your talent both in writing and in knitting and crochet. Childhood can make us or break us.
Oh Franklin, my heart breaks for young you and all the other boys who wanted to play with dolls. I raised my boys in the 80’s and they both had dolls and doll carriages, play food, etc, along with GI Joe and his accessories. People would have so much less to tell their therapists if their parents wouldn’t restrict them as children so often. Nadine is beautiful and I look forward to seeing the rest of her outfit. I hope you know that Arne and Carlos have a huge doll collection and many antique patterns for sewn and knitted doll clothing.
If she needs a new name I suggest she be named after you Francine, Frankie for short. (But maybe you don’t like the nickname Frankie since you are always Franklin.) Thank you for sharing your story.
Another delightful story, and as a ‘mid-century modern’ child, one I especially enjoyed. I had a very similar doll to the lovely Nadine, probably of Spanish rather than French origin. I could only play with her under my mother’s watchful eye.
I’m looking forward to seeing Nadine-for-now’s new bespoke wardrobe and the window display.
Oh Franklin! While I’m sad for the little boy who suffered, I do applaud the man who has evolved and does as is needed. Happy days friend!
One of the best things I’ve read in awhile. Thank you my friend.
Wonderful memory of my childhood doll with the blinking eyes and the totally weird but beautiful hair.
I think Nadine’s stylist did a fantastic job.
I love that you are now able to soothe your inner child. I totally support you in your endeavors. Not sure my support is worth much but I find you an inspiration.
Well not I! Enjoy your beautiful doll.
I hope that by the time you’ve completed Nadine’s ensemble you no longer find yourself flinching. May creating the holiday display window bring you and all who see it much joy.
I loved this nd m so glad you wrote it! I look forward to seeing the rest of the outfit!
First, there is nothing of which to be ashamed! Second a tender article, I enjoyed it very much.
I absolutely loved reading this! it was the opposite for me. My brother used to get the neatest gifts – an Erector set, a 7-Up Truck with cases of bottles on the back, Tinker Toys, and fun cars and trucks to play with.
I was really intrigued with his toys, and especially the 7-Up Truck. Just like you, though I was not allowed to touch his wonderful toys! I made sure my three sons were allowed to play with the kinds of toys they liked. We had quite a collection of Star War figures, including Princess Lea.
It is so neat you are doing this, and what an inspiration it is! Thank you, Franklin.
Please tell me this is the start of a series! I need to know Nadine’s new name and her new wardrobe! And I’d love to see pictures of the Christmas windows. Thank you for sharing!
Play with all the dolls you want, it a shame that kids are told that only girls play with dolls and only boys play with trucks. Childhood should be a time of imagination and dreams, not punishment for wanting the “wrong” toy. I don’t really like the story though, a little grim for the poor dolls.
Slap? Non! A standing ovation! You are re-parenting and taking such good care of my dear Franklin (friend tho we have never met in person)! Bless you! I’m proud of you. And that bolero is just the right amount of sassy! Congratulations!
Fixing the hair reminds me of my sister’s beloved Baby-Baby doll that went through the dryer and had her hair melt to her head. My sister loved that doll so much, despite her hair. My parents tried giving her a new one, which she named Christiney (I’m guessing on how you’d spell it, but it was “Christine-ee”), but my sister refused to let go of Baby-Baby.
My heart aches for little you, and having to set aside all the best and most delightful things in your world, until the world around you changed enough to celebrate all the best and most delightful things about you. You are a treasure to me and to so many, Mr. Habit, and the research and access you provide to so many intriguing items from the past, and your way of explaining and unearthing the stories behind them are one of the most important gifts of MDK. May your life be filled with adventures that end up much more happily than poor Primevere’s own.
Sending hugs and encouragement. It’s so hard to get over the pain inflicted in childhood, the memories of what was. I’m thankful that at least for many they won’t suffer that today (tho I am sure it still happens for one reason or another). Here’s to a makeover that lets you be you, and Nadine (for some reason Ondine is the name that comes to my mind, but that may be too close, maybe Violette like my dear high school French teacher who was from le province the Provence with appropriate nasal pronunciation of the vowels). And her hair already looks better!
I love that you can finally play in a way you longed for long ago. Je ne vous souhaite que du bonheur!
Franklin I just love this doll and what you are doing with her. I am so glad you are getting back something you had lost or had been taken from you. I collect dolls, antique through Barbie and there are times I get snickers about it, but I just own it and feel like its their problem if they think it is weird. I am so looking forward to the final display in Enrico’s window. I have been to his shop twice (from Alabama) and had a delirious time both visits. I watch YouTube videos about various things, knitting, crocheting, cross stitch and dolls. There are fabulous podcasters and many gentlemen collectors that are so interesting to watch. If you haven’t already discovered them, give them a try. So fun to watch while knitting!
Loved this! Can’t wait to see your finished window!
No slaps just hugs Great job
Reading this made me sad for you! I am glad that you can finally play/work with dolls because there is nothing wrong with a male doing that, gay or not. Unfortunately that was the era that we grew up in. Bon chance with your display and enjoy!
The first sweater o knit after not knitting for many years, was for a doll of my daughters. This post brought back many wonderful memories, although the story reads like a Grim Brothers Fairytale.
No slaps from me, Franklin, but a round of applause is due. Should you ever move on to modern dolls, Panteene conditioner very liberally applied and left on for a day or two will work wonders to recondition the hair.
Dear Franklin,
Your columns are the best, and I always enjoy your writing. This time, you brought back my memories of learning to knit about 76 years ago. My mother gave the same book, I Learned to Knit to Dress my Doll, Primrose when I was about 8 years old. mom taught me to knit, and that book was my inspiration! I knit most of the patterns for my doll, Sandra, and have been knitting ever since. Knitting is the key to my mental and emotional well being. I knit a baby blanket for each of our 11 grandchildren, and now an afghan for each one as they graduate high school and embark on their university careers. Somewhere, somehow, I lost that special book, but I have recently found a copy on line. Soon I will have it back in my hands.
We are fortunate to have four wonderful sons. On one of her many visits, Mom came to play with our boys and brought a doll with her. She said boys should have the opportunity to play with dolls as well as trucks and cars and blocks. That was back in the 1970’s.
Please continue with all your projects and activities. You are an inspiration and a wonderful role model. I always enjoy your letters.
What a fun project. Love you can use your visi I n putting thistogether.
First of all, Pere Noel looks like he has a bit of a problem with alcohol…that bulbous nose is deeply suspicious. And does anyone else think that Primavere’s fate is a bit of a horror story?
But I am sorry you had to endure such terrible things. The picture in my mind of someone burning your work, right in front of you, made me tearful. I wish I believed that such cruelty had vanished from our world, but I am glad that you are able to have those moments now.