The thing I remember most about creative playtime when I was a child was “playing Barbies”.
That famous doll hit the toy and department store shelves in March 1959. I was just shy of my sixth birthday. It would be a couple of years before I would own my one and only Barbie. I don’t remember exactly, but I think I was in third grade when that prized doll came to live at my house. My family was visiting relatives in Chicago and my cousin, Barbara, had that beautiful, blonde, ponytailed doll that so many little girls like me wanted. My parents finally consented to purchasing a Barbie for me and we headed to Marshall Fields. Much to my dismay, the shelves contained no Barbies with the blonde ponytail that was the icon I had dreamed of. Instead, a new Barbie has just been introduced donning the “bubblecut” hair style. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but, it was a Barbie and I became the proud owner of this popular toy.
Now what? Along with purchasing a couple of outfits to get me started, my mother sewed wonderful, tiny, doll couture to keep my Barbie fashionably in style. While I could play for hours with my doll. . .creating stories and changing her clothes; there was the excitement of “playing Barbies” with a girlfriend. A few blocks from my house was a classmate also named, Barbara. I would pack up my Barbie case and walk to her house for an afternoon of play in Barb’s basement. Barb had the blonde, pony tail version AND, she had Ken. In the background, we had the radio playing and I can still hear Petula Clark singing, Downtown, as two little girls made up dating and everyday stories and dressed and redressed their dolls. My bubbletop Barbie as I called her is now tucked away with the fuzzy haired Ken.
A couple of decades later, my daughter would carry on that playful tradition with her many Barbies, Barbie and the Rockers and Jem dolls. Several year later my adult children placed a slim box underneath my Christmas tree. It was a vintage, blonde, ponytailed Barbie in that black and white striped swimsuit.
What are your stories and memories and do your children "play Barbies"?
That famous doll hit the toy and department store shelves in March 1959. I was just shy of my sixth birthday. It would be a couple of years before I would own my one and only Barbie. I don’t remember exactly, but I think I was in third grade when that prized doll came to live at my house. My family was visiting relatives in Chicago and my cousin, Barbara, had that beautiful, blonde, ponytailed doll that so many little girls like me wanted. My parents finally consented to purchasing a Barbie for me and we headed to Marshall Fields. Much to my dismay, the shelves contained no Barbies with the blonde ponytail that was the icon I had dreamed of. Instead, a new Barbie has just been introduced donning the “bubblecut” hair style. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but, it was a Barbie and I became the proud owner of this popular toy.
Now what? Along with purchasing a couple of outfits to get me started, my mother sewed wonderful, tiny, doll couture to keep my Barbie fashionably in style. While I could play for hours with my doll. . .creating stories and changing her clothes; there was the excitement of “playing Barbies” with a girlfriend. A few blocks from my house was a classmate also named, Barbara. I would pack up my Barbie case and walk to her house for an afternoon of play in Barb’s basement. Barb had the blonde, pony tail version AND, she had Ken. In the background, we had the radio playing and I can still hear Petula Clark singing, Downtown, as two little girls made up dating and everyday stories and dressed and redressed their dolls. My bubbletop Barbie as I called her is now tucked away with the fuzzy haired Ken.
A couple of decades later, my daughter would carry on that playful tradition with her many Barbies, Barbie and the Rockers and Jem dolls. Several year later my adult children placed a slim box underneath my Christmas tree. It was a vintage, blonde, ponytailed Barbie in that black and white striped swimsuit.
What are your stories and memories and do your children "play Barbies"?