Some changes since we boomers were kids are obvious. Some some are more likely forgotten. Like old toys, old books, old dolls. BoomerCafé’s Poet-In-Residence Harriet Shenkman of Westchester, New York touches on this in a poem called, Play Date.
Your American Girl Doll has
an ice skating skirt for Rockefeller Center,
a thermal ski suit for winters at Biarritz,
silk scarves suitable for traveling to Paris,
a ruffled pinafore for tea and cakes.
My wooden-faced doll
bought in Woolworth years ago,
has rouged cheeks, stiff hair,
one pink gingham dress,
no invitation to tea and cakes.
Please be her friend.