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Tommy Talker

October 23, 2017

I kept 2 dolls in my cedar chest that I played with when I was young. I took them out planning on giving them away. I didn’t do it right away and after a few days and their eyes turned white. I threw them away. My memories are still fond of my childhood friends even if I can’t remember what I called them.

Patricia Johns

When I was a little girl, my grandmother gave my brother and I a ventriloquist dummy. It used to belong to my uncles when they were boys, and my grandmother passed it along to us. In fact, I’ve been told that there were two of them at some point, but I honestly don’t remember the second one, or what happened to it.

We played with that dummy for years.I loved Tommy Talker. He featured in stories I used to make up and tell my brother at bed time when we were supposed to be sleeping. Yes, even back then I was an avid storyteller. 😉 “Once upon a time, there was a boy named Tommy who was accidentally flushed down the toilet.” (Hey, I told stories. I’m not saying they were layered and deep.)

He spent time in the corner of bedrooms, had the place of honor in piles of…

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  1. Thanks for the reblog! 🙂

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