Patsy Ann Atwood (me)

  This is how I looked at age 2 or 3.  I was my daddy's little darling as you can see.  Butter would not melt in my mouth.

In 1942 my baby brother Bill arrived on Sept. 13.  I was delighted to see him. The picture below was taken in our back yard.

I had a baby doll with a composition head and hands.  The body was cloth and it had a __ma-ma" cry inside it until I took it out one day.
The doll's name was "Dolly Dimples" and I still have it today.