The year: 1959.
The place: The New York Toy Show.
The Barbie Doll Debut……….
And the rest is History.
That’s the formal Barbie story…here’s the Kelly household Barbie story.
WARNING: Long post ahead, however, it’s funny – grab a cup-o-joe, take a deep breath and read on!
Once upon a time a very young couple found themselves very busily raising 3 wonderful daughters. As their [then] little girls began to develop the traditional fascination most little girls have with Barbie Dolls, their house began to fill up with thousands of pieces of Barbie-Doll-Ness. From little itty bitty high heeled shoes, barrettes, clothing items, combs, brushes, and even little pet figures, to the actual Barbie Doll (and Ken Dolls) the very busy young couple would cringe and mutter under their breath whenever they had to help their little girls find a precious lost little itty bitty barrette or shoe…. Enter into this beautiful wonderland two very sweet junior high girls. They had moved on from Barbie-Doll-Ness and very thoughtfully bestowed the Kelly Girls with a very large Barbie Dollhouse and a Barbie convertible! Oh my goodness, how thrilling! The young couple could hardly hold back their delight (smiling through clenched teeth) they accepted these wonderful gifts, extremely excited that now there would be 10,325 little itty Barbie Doll Pieces to keep track of! 🙂 The Kelly Girls were elated and hours and hours of imagination and entertainment ensued.
Well….that’s the reality of Barbie-Doll-Ness in the Kelly household, but, there’s more! Here’s a brief recollection of specific Barbie Doll memories from the past….
We begin with ROBBIN NICOLE:
Robbin was fascinated every Christmas time with our nativity scene and would often be found playing with the pieces. She was especially fond of Baby Jesus and we could never find him! Baby Jesus would be MIA for days until finally Robbin would remember where she had put him. One time we found her playing Barbies…Barbie and Ken were giving Baby Jesus a whirlwind ride around the Barbie kingdom in their convertible!
We move on to ELISE ROCHELLE:
Does my little precious 3 year old need therapy? Is she disturbed? Those were the thoughts running through my mind as I watched her gleefully grab a hold of all the Barbie Dolls and pop their heads off. The poor wretched decapitated Barbie dolls were laying strewn across the floor. Why? I have no idea. Enter MOM TO THE RESCUE! I promptly super glued their heads back on, however, I had to jam their heads down their gracefully little necks to make sure they stuck. Now my poor little girls had a new breed of Barbie Dolls – the neck-less Barbie. It was okay most of the time, until other little friends brought their graceful necked Barbies over. Their Barbies could gracefully turn their neck and look over their shoulders lovingly at Ken. The Kelly girls’ new breed of Barbie Doll had to clumsily turn their whole bodies around since they had no neck to work with!
And last but not least, my loving husband, ROBERT STEVE:
Ah the joy of coming in to the living room with my cousin and good friend Janette to watch Rob and Rich, her husband, tenderly dressing Barbie Dolls while watching a sporting event and talking “man-talk” – patient little girls (the Kelly girls and Taylor girls) waiting for their daddies to give back the dressed Barbie dolls so they could keep playing. 🙂
Another Barbie tale involving Rob….our neighbor’s first impression of Rob was to see Scott Hamilton and Rob “playing” Barbies out on our front lawn and driveway – and, to make it more interesting, filming the whole thing!!! Yes, that’s right…you see the Young Married Life class at church was going through a series on Marriage Vows and Rob and Scott decided to add flavor and fun by having clips of Barbie and Ken reinforcing the marriage vows. So, Barbie greeted Ken on our lifesize porch and door, Ken was behind the wheel of a lifesize car or was filmed shaving with a lifesize razor. It was hilarious. Even more fun was to hear Scott and Rob’s voices as “Barbie” and “Ken”. Greatest fun of all was seeing the puzzled looks on all the neighbors faces watching two grown men playing Barbie Dolls and filming the whole thing. In offering an explanation, I yelled out, “Oh, no worries, this if for church! My husband is a pastor there.” Yeah, that explained it enough, right?
(BETHANY DIANNE, you’re off the hook in pointing out any Barbie Doll memory from you – I could dig into my mind for one, but, you’re safe – at least for this post!)