Time for Wednesday Wee Ones for us doll collectors.
Be sure and check out Dianna's blog at,http://lavenderdreamstoo.blogspot.com/
, as she is our hostess for this day.
When I was between 6-7 years old, 1966 ish, my father was sent to fight in the Vietnam war.
My mother was at home with my 2 older brothers and me.
My Dad was called the "old man" because most of the guys over there were
like 19 years old. My Dad even had one guy who lied about his age to go, he was only 15.
He got sent home when they found out.
Anyway, right before my Dad's tour was almost up, his father my grandfather passed away.
They let you come home for immediate family, so he did and then he was so close to his tour being done they let him stay home.
As we picked him up at the airport, I remember my Dad walking across the pavement with 2 boxes in his hands.
Inside them were these dolls for me from Thailand.