Some of Grandma Humble's porcelain dolls. The girls gasped and put both hands to their mouths when they saw them, so awestruck were they by their beauty. I think they look lovely on a high shelf.
The Madame Alexander dolls given me by Grandma Humble. Their posable limbs may prove too tempting for awhile yet, and I'm out of high shelves. I've chosen another safe place for them in the meantime.
A note card revealing the steps required to make one of the girls' most favorite quilts. They couldn't believe I'd made it for them when I was just a young girl.
Two framed embroideries my mom stitched -- one of a little girl kneeling at her bed and another of a little boy with a fishing rod. When she saw them Ella exclaimed, "What's going on here? Why aren't you giving these to me!"
And, finally, a tooled leather belt made for me by my dad when I was Ella's age, along with two belt buckles -- one with flowers and the other with a horse head in turquoise inlay. Judging by her reaction, I think she loves them as much as I did.
So, it turns out that my hope chest is a treasure chest. And not bad for storing linens, either.
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