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Saturday, June 22, 2013

The Kewpie Knows




I think I've moved at least thirty times in my life. The last time I counted it was 23 times, but that was more than eight moves ago. The first half of my relocating adult life I wouldn't let anything go and kept all memorabilia, most of which never left their original packed boxes. I hauled the boxes from state to state, town to town,  house to house, and stowed them in the garage or basement until the next move. But the second half of my adult life I began to let go.  Each move I whittled down the number of boxes until now all I'm taking in the way of keepsakes this time are a  few things that belonged to my grandfather, and my mother's pink depression glass (which I'd show you if it wasn't packed away in the storage unit where I put it the last time I moved).  I'm holding onto this kewpie doll, too. I'm keeping her (or is it him?) because #1 - he/she is vintage and in excellent condition,  #2 -- it's the last thing I have from my childhood (a gift from a beloved aunt), and #3 -- I've finally matured to the point where this silly doll no longer gives me the heebee jeebees. Honestly. There's just something kind of creepy about this winking kewpie in his/her birthday suit. But maybe it's just me that thinks so. Anyway, it's finally time to grow up and stop turning this kewpie upside down, with its face away from me, before I turn out the light next to my bed. Yes, I really did that as a kid.  But then I also was convinced that the lilac bush outside my bedroom window morphed into a monster at night and the only way to stop it from eating me was to hunker down under the covers and pray it didn't know I was there.

I've always had a vivid imagination. Just ask the kewpie.

What kind of things scared you when you were a kid?


Learn more about Kewpie dolls at this History Channel page: http://www.thehistorychannelclub.com/articles/articletype/articleview/articleid/1472/the-kewpie-doll

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  1. No, I think he's (she's?) kinda scarey too. Gosh what WASN'T I scared of? Just one of those kids I guess.
    nancy-of the crazy 9

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    1. Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one who was a scaredy kid. :)

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  2. Kids and their imaginations. I like Mr., umm, Miss Kewpie. He/she does know. :)

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    1. Nancy, when my son was four years old his bedroom was across the hall from the den in our home. We had a sofa bed in the den with a print of a lion on the wall above it. At preschool one day the teacher talked about lions living in "dens". That night our poor little guy was terrified of the "lion in the den" and was convinced that it would come and get him. After a couple of nights of staying with him until he fell asleep I got the idea that maybe if we got a broom and chased the imaginary lion away my son's fear would disappear and we'd get back to normal. Believe it or not, it worked. If only all of life's problems were that easy to solve. ;-)

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  3. Ok Nancy, so I was linking up at your kitchen party today and this guy/ girl was staring at me and I could not look away....I had to click! Very cute story and I must have ten like it from my own childhood! Like Nancy said, above, what wasn't I scared of! You were brave to display it, I would've made my mom pack it away! :)

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    1. I understand your need to click on Kewpie, Kim. I believe Kewpies are direct descendants of Sirens. Except they don't sing. They wink, and that's worse because it's soooo verrrrry subtle. That's why we must have courage and keep Kewpie hidden away; buried in a box where he/she cannot torment us. Courage, Kim. Courage.

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    2. I'm trying Nancy, but I think it still has a hold on me...I was compelled to click back to check your reply! ;)

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