Cildhood tale: My doll Schlumpel
Sister Cristina posted my baby-picture on Facebook in honor of my birthday. The picture shows a little doll on my sida, named Schlumpel. I am not able to share the picture, as it wasn't in my files, but I want to share this story.
This is the tale of my sweet doll Schlumpel, the one who posed with me on my baby picture. She was quite new then, just as I was, and we became inseparable. when I learned to walk, Schlumpel accompanied me everywhere, we were quite attached to each other. As I was the first-born, I had no sibling playmates, she was my best friend.
Over time she became not so clean and not so new, a bit grubby and her pink stockings became not so pink, and small tear appeared here and there, dear Mama mended her quite a few times, so she had scars.
One day I wandered around in the downstairs apartment of my Grandparents, Schlumpel trailing her sawdust innards behind me. Oma could not stand it any longer, grabbed the doll and tossed her into the coal-burning cook-stove. Of course, I was devastated, carried on a bit, then, as kids do, got over it.
But not forever, there were repercussions. Some weeks had passed and my Godmother, Tante Sonja, took me to town to treat me to some chocolate and tea-cakes and the most fun: window shopping. We passed a toy store, and there was my Schlumpel! I ran into the store and grabbed that doll and wouldn't let go, Tante Sonja was embarrassed and purchased my new-found friend who had undergone quite a transformation, her bisque head was full of real hair blonde curls, she could open and close her eyes, arms were jointed and she had grown quite a bit, probably double her original size. I was firmly convinced that this was actually Schlumpel, who had gone up the chimney, ended up where dolls go when they disappear and experienced a transformation. What did the grown-ups know?
They never let me forgot that little episode, but Schlumpel and I lived happily ever after for quite some time.