Scary Dolls

When I was a little girl Dresser Dolls were the big thing and I had at least 6 or 7 by the time I was 7 years old.  The Auto parts/garage that my dad worked for gave us one every year at the company Christmas Party and my God mother in Connecticut would send them to me.  They were kept on the top of a tall highboy in the corner of my room and I knew they were just for pretty and not for play but my heart yearned to play princesses with them. 
They all had long silky dresses and beautifully coffed hair.  Unlike later fashion Dolls the clothes did not come off the dresser Doll.  She also did not wear high heels. 
One of my favorites was the Cinderella, that was my name for her, she had a silky baby blue skirt and a white satin like blouse.  She had blonde hair that fell in waves to her shoulders.   Another of my dolls wore at same outfit but in a beautiful emerald green  and she had flaming red hair. 
I also had a Mexican doll , Scottish Doll and an American Indian Doll. 
One afternoon I was supposed to be napping, I could not wait to play with them any longer so I took matters into my own hands. I pulled my tea party table over to the front of the tall dresser an climbed up on it.  It was still too short for me to reach the doll I wanted so i pulled out the drawer above the table and proceeded to climb on to it.  The dresser of course started to tilt over, dumping my dolls onto the top of the table.  I managed to get off the drawer before the dresser fell all the way over  but the noise of the table sliding on the hardwood floor alerted my mom and she came in just in time to see me jump from the drawer to my bed.
After a stern lecture as to why I should not climb on the furniture and the danger of being crushed by the dresser my dolls where returned to the top of the dresser.  I dispaired that I would ever get to play with them but the next time I asked if I could play with one of the my mom got all of them down and I was allowed to play with them on the bed while I "took" my nap.  Of course there was no nap that day or really any more after that.  I had all of the dolls until I was about 8 when we were moving to Connecticut and to save on shipping a lot of my toys, those of my sister and other household goods  were donated to the church Charity drive. 

The dolls pictured above are not my dolls but two that I received in a box of stuff from Buy Nothing, an  online stuff trading place. 
I planned to put them back on Buy Nothing when my youngest grandson noticed them in the bag waiting to go online.  They were both laying down with their eyes closed like you see them above.  He reached in to pick up the Native American doll and her eyes popped open .  He dropped her like a hot potato, staring with wide eyes at this toy that suddenly came to life in his hand.  I picked her up and showed him that her eyes just opened and closed when you lay her down or stood her up but I think that in his 2 year old mind the toys coming alive in the Toy Story movies was playing out. 
The dolls are still in the donate bag waiting for me to do something with them  and every time he looks in the bag he sort of shivers and carefully walks away.
I wonder what tale he will remember of that doll when he is older.