Well, not exactly grandma's doll. She'd been grandma's Aunt Jane's doll before that, and who knew how many others claimed her before grandma's Aunt Jane.
Her face is wax. She leaks sawdust. Her hands and feet are hand-carved wood. She may date back to the late 1700s.
If only she could talk.
Shortly before my aunt died, she gave me the doll with the instructions to pass it along to someone in the family who had girls. "But not to the one who married a Jew," she added. "Not to the one who married a Jew."
But she's my doll now. I'll pass her along to anyone I please.