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These boxes, nestled one inside the other, contained the sum total of my mother’s paper doll collection. The blue box housed the large paper dolls that came in sets, the cigar box hid the “Progress” box, and inside that box were the paper dolls Mom cut out of magazines and catalogs.

I played with them all for the last time this past week.


There are a total of 11 Starlets: Greer Garson (3 dolls), two dolls each of Bette Davis (pictured above), Gene Tierney, Lucille Ball, Lana Turner, Claudette Colbert, Rita Hayward, Judy Garland, Betty Grable, and Ann Sheridan, and one doll of Alice Faye.

Then there are the generic sets including two military weddings (one complete with a cutout Reverend), some Prom dates, and a set of nine Cabaret girls, all with multiple outfits.

I made the hard decision to attach the dolls to archival paper and cover them with acid-free protectors, one doll and corresponding sets of clothing on the page(s) following. For example, the Cabaret Girls all together in the box, and then all separated out with personal outfits in the new scrapbook.

The dolls are not in perfect condition: they’ve been mended, are missing feet or hands, and their clothes have also been mended many times over. They are 76 years old and have been handled by my mother, her friends, and by my siblings and I.


The white album contains all of the sets of store-bought paper dolls (81 dolls, total) and their outfits (156 pages! Whew!). The blue album contains the dolls we were NEVER allowed to play with: The dolls cut out from magazines and catalogs.


There are three type-written pages detailing the names of the dolls, their religion, and age. Marital lines are carefully catalogued. My mother was 14 years old when she typed out this Family Tree for her precious paper dolls. She then wrote on the back of almost all of them with a pencil, an act that was a Godsend in helping me identify who was who. Also, one name might have several dolls to correspond with it (the men were easy – there is usually only one cutout per man). I guess women change their outfits more often. And their hair color.



I did find a date on the back of one paper doll: Redbook Magazine, December 1946. Mom was still adding to the family after she created the family tree!

There are 43 “living” family members listed (7 are listed as “deceased” and no doll corresponds with those names). After I attached them and put them in their sleeves, I counted them: 272 different dolls for those 43 “living” names.

They are in excellent shape, having never been played with by anyone other than my mother (I highly doubt she allowed her older sisters to play with them, or even a play mate – she certainly never allowed her own children to touch them!). I did get to play with them this one last time as I sorted them all out.

I asked myself several times why I was saving these paper dolls. The store bought sets are worthless on the retail market and are not even museum quality – they’re just the banged up remnants of a 14 year old girl’s childhood in the mid 1940’s. The magazine cut outs have a charming quality to them and are better preserved, but they really have no monetary value, either.

The next generation may not care about the time my mother spent cutting out, naming, and detailing the “lives” of her silent playmates. They may not care about the time I just invested in preserving those precious memories of my mother as a girl and of my childhood spent staring longingly at said dolls.

They probably won’t even care that I’m afraid if I damaged or destroyed the paper dolls, my mother would come to me in the night, full of temper.

I saved them because I can. I saved them because they’ve survived 76 years already. I saved them so I can show them to my own granddaughters (I hope).

But mostly I saved them because fear of being haunted by a mad Scotswoman is real.


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Today is the anniversary of my mother’s birthday. She would have been 81 years old. She was 8 years old when 1940 rolled around (or almost 8, as her birthday was in March).

I do not know when she started collecting paper dolls, but I will assume it was right about when she was 9 or 10 years of age, the same age I was when I started collecting them. My paper dolls never survived. Hers, however, have led a very protected and heavily guarded life. The rare occasion that she brought them out and let my sister and I “play” with them, my mother hovered nearby.

Don’t bend the legs, don’t make the dolls “walk”, be careful with the flaps. Always, too soon, my mother decided her dolls had suffered enough at our hands and they want back into their box, separated by newspaper sheets. There are so many paper dolls that I will have to split this story into several days’ worth of blog posts.

First, there were the Movie Stars. Then the Cabaret Girls (the favorite of us girls), the families, the teenagers, and, last, the ones my mother protected more than any of the others: the ones she cut out herself from magazines and painstakingly named and created histories for. Two pages of typed lineage go with the latter dolls, and they are the only ones who do not have several changes of outfits.

In honor of my mother’s obsession, I thought I’d start with the Movie Stars (capitalized). Moreover, how fun would it be to toss in a little contest? I’m even willing to give a prize to the first person who knows who all the movie stars are (in order!) of either a gift certificate to Dover Books (where you can purchase your own paper dolls) or Amazon.com. You have until Sunday, March 31st, at 9PM PST to send me your answers in the comments.

Before I post the photos, I need to warn you: these dolls have been damaged. Mom taped them back together here and there. Their dresses and outfits are in pristine shape (for the most part), but the ladies themselves have suffered. Some of them were taped back together long before I was born, so the damage was not all done by my sister and I.

I did not bother to photograph each item of clothing: the shoes, hats, mink stoles, fancy dresses… I would have been forever at it!

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“I have got two reasons for success and I’m standing on both of them”

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This sultry pin-up was a Texas girl.

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“I would rather lose a good earring than be caught without make-up.”

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She was French and sassy.

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No one should miss #5. No one.

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“Pride & Prejudice” fans should guess this actress!


“The best time I ever had with Joan Crawford was when I pushed her down the stairs in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?”#8 048One of Hollywood’s tragedies.#9 051She loved to dance and dance she did, with Fred Astaire.#10 043She co-starred in “Poor Little Rich Girl” with Shirley Temple. (Sadly, Doll#1 is long gone and she’s missing a foot.)#11 047The last one I am kind of at a loss on. I *think* I know who she is. The white wrap with the big GT on it is not a clue. I *think* she starred in a few movies with John Wayne.There you go – my mother’s Movie Star paper dolls, in all their glory and damage. You now have until Sunday night to comment what your answers are. Go.

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