March 11, 1966 The unfortunate armless Cindy vanished in the mists of time but I vividly recall the doll I dubbed Beckie. I don’t know what her manufacturer called her. I fell in love with her photo in a Sears (or something similar?) Christmas catalog and wanted her so much I could taste it. That year, I snuck a peek at my presents before Christmas Eve – the suspense of whether or not she was under the tree was unbearable. She was. Bliss.

Am I holding Cindy? Maybe. This doll appears in several very young photos. With my mother and Janet.
Am I holding Cindy? Maybe. This doll appears in several very young photos. With my mother and Janet.

When I left for college, my parents asked what to do with my dolls. Desperate to appear sophisticated, I said, “I don’t care. Give them away.”

So, they did.

I regret that. In later life, I collected dolls to recapture the childhood I treated so carelessly. Twinning my #5 Titian ponytail Barbie was a cinch. I still have Fuddy.

FUDDY
FUDDY

However, Beckie is MIA. I’ve scanned vintage Sears catalogs, doll collector reference books, eBay listings. I haven’t even figured out what her name was or who manufactured her.

Fuddy and I hanging out together a few years ago.
Fuddy and I hanging out together a few years ago.

My Missing Doll poster might be my last chance.

Hence, my poster.  So, here’s my Missing Doll description. She was (I presume still is) a vinyl baby-toddler doll. Her rooted black hair sports a Pebbles Flintstone style topknot. I think she was a sitting doll and wore a red and white checked outfit. I think she had a happy, smiling expression.

Missing Doll Poster

Has anybody seen my doll?