....came this little porcelain Dachshund. It was given to me at Christmas 1958.
My father died in September and we had a sad time. Christmas came along and we spend Christmas Day
with my aunt, the older sister of my mother, as we did not want to celebrate Christmas at home without my
father. My aunt was not the person to make presents to her nieces. I was very surprised when she presented me with this little Dachshund. She knew I love dogs. The little dog has survived all my moves around the world. It has again its proper place and I swear sometimes it winks at me!
It's lovely that you still have this cute little ornament and even though it evokes memories which are both sad and then happy, they make this little fellow even more precious.
ReplyDeleteI am sure you will see more of that wink! It's such a precious gift.
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ReplyDeleteStephanie;
thank you so much for your kind words, your visit is very much appreciated. T.