If safe-keeping is any indication of what we value, then a Santa gift from 1960 must be one of my most important treasures. Both the doll and the doll bed, complete with original bedclothes sewn by my mother, are stored in my attic, saved for some distant day when a grandchild comes to visit.
Shoots, Roots, and Leaves 
And you are still like a real mother!
I am afraid my children think so,too! 😉
That looks like Tiny Tears – getting Tiny Tears was a big deal for me, too, right around that year.
a HA! So that is the type of dollbaby I had. I am going to have to prod my mother for some memories – I wonder what name I gave my baby. 🙂