Girls and Their Dolls
This is one of my mom’s favorite photos of herself. It was taken in 1938, which was during the Great Depression. The thing that made it special according to my mom was that it was a photo of her holding a “real doll.” The thing that makes it special to me is that she was always satisfied with what she had.
Because she didn’t have a “real doll,” but her cousin had two and let her take a photo with one of them. And that was pretty special for little Betty Lou Bucklin! As you can see, she was quite happy taking her photo with that little doll. And with her cousin, of course!
But she’s not really a cousin. My mom’s mom’s sister was Grace Phenice and she was married to Ray Sowder who was from Arkansas. The girl’s name is Kara Lee and she is the daughter of Ray’s brother Hugh who was a professional photographer. Kara Lee and Betty Lou created a lasting memory on that long ago visit in 1938. (At least for my mom. She could remember Kara Lee’s name even when she had memory troubles. I found Kara Lee on Facebook and she had the same photo, but she stated, “I don’t remember who the little girl is.”)
I can’t remember when I first saw that photo of my mom with the doll, but I can remember when I first saw the next photo of Girls With Dolls. It was a couple of weeks ago when I was researching the Patureau side of the family. Some distant cousins on that line have been living deep in southern Texas for several generations. The French Patureaus there have mixed more with the Mexican population as compared to our family which has more Cajun heritage. And the photo of the the two girls with their dolls from circa 1904 definitely caught my eye. The girl on the right was Isabel Crixell, my third cousin once removed. She was born in 1900 and lived to be over 100 years old. The girl on the left is only identified as “a Kowalski little girl.” I’m positive that she is Isabel’s first cousin Elvira Crixell who was born in 1901. She later married a Kowalski.
But in this photo, they are just little girls posing with their dolls. They don’t look quite as happy as my mom was with her real doll, but they do look happier than one particular little girl in the next photo. This time, instead of going thirty years in the more distant past, we’re coming forward thirty years from that first photo.
No posting of Girls With Their Dolls in my family could be complete without this next photo. This is from Christmas of 1966 at my Mee Maw’s house. Tim was showing off a car, I was showing off my new sniper rifle, and the girls were showing off their new dolls. Karen looked very satisfied with the doll she was holding. Lauren and her doll both seem to have gotten something in their eyes. Jeanne is happy that she and her doll made it into the photo. Tricia (with the glasses) and Shirley (with the hair) have graduated to holding real children. Tricia has Colleen, while Shirley has Mona. Rob is happy to be the center of attention.
And then there’s poor little Jamie. She wanted a doll of her own to hold. She had her own doll, but she didn’t get to hold it for the photo. Maybe she wanted Karen to have a special moment with a borrowed ‘real doll’ like our mom had? Maybe she didn’t realize that she’d feel lonely without holding her doll when everyone else was holding theirs? Or maybe something else happened. Either way – that was long ago and all is forgiven.











The Iberville South Newspaper, Plaquemine, LA., Saturday Morning , March 3, 1877, Vol. 1, No. 17 reads: Mr. F. P. Patureau, while working in his saw mill in this town, was caught by the band and thrown with such force against another portion of the machinery that he died from the injuries received on Saturday morning last. One of his legs was badly crushed, and was amputated by Dr. Postell, all efforts however were unavailing and a hard working, good citizen has been taken from our midst. A large concourse of friends and relatives followed his remains to their resting place on Sunday evening last. (end of transcription)













A note about the photo. The first copy of this photo that I found was the one on the left. It’s not a very big file, it’s very yellowed, and it has spots all over it. But since it was all that I had, I worked on it and tried to make it look good. It still looked a bit rough.