The other day I did a post on Inkspot, and I happened to mention, while we were discussing the sense of smell and its link to memory, that I remembered clearly the very distinctive aroma of a childhood doll of mine. It was called a Dawn doll, and if I ever smelled it again I would be awash in nostalgia. Dawn had an indescribably sweet smell--one that I link to childhood.Sue Ann Jaffarian then sent me a link she found about the doll, which I shall put here for any other women who happen to remember this doll from the early seventies. She was far more diminutive than Barbie, but there was something special about Dawn. She somehow was a woman for her time: she radiated independence as much as did Mary Tyler Moore in her famous hat-throwing scene. :)
I'm amazed, though, that pretty much anything you think is irretrievably lost to your past can quickly be reclaimed on the internet. It is truly a magical place!
