December 17, 2008 .......and now for the rest of the story. Back at Thanks-giving time I promised to tell the rest of the story about going to Sperry's Department Store in Port Huron Thanks-giving weekend in 1924 to shop and look at the beautiful dollies in the basement toy department. Mama, daddy, little brother Roy and I had gone to Grandma Miller's for Thanksgiving. Big brother Floyd and his buddy Erwin Millikin stayed home to milk the cows. I saw, and the saleslady let me hold, a beautiful doll named Daisy. When Santa came into my bedroom Christmas Eve, awakened me and asked what I wanted for Christmas, I told him about that beautiful doll, named Daisy. What a happy little girl I was on Christmas morning when there she was...sitting beneath the Christmas tree in the doll buggy I had gotten the year before. I took good care of her and had her complete with her original dress for 83 years. When I moved from my farm a little over a year ago, I gave her to one of my granddaughters. I still have my mother's beautiful doll.
Grandfather and Grand-mother Miller came on the train to Almont to spend the Christmas Holidays in 1923. I wanted to go with Daddy in the horse and cutter (the Model T had been put up on blocks for the winter) to pick them up at the train depot back of what is now the Country Corner. He wouldn't let me go and I was crushed because I always loved going anywhere daddy and the horses went. Christmas morning there was a lovely little doll buggy for me beneath the tree. That is why I couldn't go with him. Grandpa and Grandma had brought the doll buggy on the train.
Those memories are so vivid. Wish I could remember what happened yesterday.