The doll bed was lovingly made by my grandfather for an older cousin. When she outgrew it, the bed passed to another cousin and so on until it came to me. I was the youngest granddaughter so here it stays. The stuffed animals were acquired through the years, the Raggedy dolls made by my mother. I still have the bed, the animals and the dolls. My childhood is gone. Grandaddy died years ago. Mom continues to make clothes for handmade dolls that are given to children in hospitals. While my childhood is long gone, the warm memories are never forgotten.