My sister Janice and I both had Shirley Temple dolls, which we loved. I kept mine through the years and in the 1990s had it redone by a specialist. It looks wonderful, doesn’t it?
Paul passed it on to Janice’s family a little while ago, since he has no girls to appreciate it. (But I think that he sometimes feels a little wistful thinking about it, just like other things that remind him of me.)