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Episode 12 – Lily and the case of the lost doll, part 2

Lily continues her search for the lost doll

Scene 1: In the garden

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Lily holds picture of lost doll
lily-paints-the-lost-doll
Lily paints
the-lost-doll
and sees the lost doll
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Lily finds the lost doll
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Lily returns the lost doll

Scene 2: At home

Lily sits up in bed
Lily sits up in bed
revealing old photos and letters
Lily opens a drawer of old photos and letters
Lily looks through old photos
Lily looks through old photos
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Lily holds an old photo
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. . . and paints the sea

So, the opposite of Rosie (who has dreams and brings back objects). Lily can hold an object and paint a dream. And Lily is dreaming (painting) of the sea.


That’s my mom again in the old photos, along with (I believe) my sister Claudia.

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The letters scattered in the old chest are correspondence between my mother and father when my dad was in the Merchant Marines.

Here’s a snippet from one of the letters, Mom to Dad, January 6, 1945.

“And I’ll tell you about us [that’s she and my oldest sibling, Kim] and what a wonderful, luxurious sterile life I’m leading here and what a gull [seems to mean stupid] I was trying to manage alone there at 43 [I think this is a reference to their apartment in the city – she’s moved in with her mom and dad in New Jersey while my father is away]. This place may kill whatever is creative in you, but at least it doesn’t kill you and if my writing seems a little different, chalk it up to the fact that I’m a little hesitant about typing since I pulled a faint the last time and I keep waiting to pass out now [not sure what the issue was – maybe she was already pregnant with my sister Claudia?], but I feel much better and I’ve gone to see another doctor in the McGraw Hill building, that beautiful green shiny building on 42nd street [New York]. Brother [her older brother, Vincent] recommended him, and he’s most intelligent, has a full time professorship at Columbia Med and all sorts of things . . . I like him muchly cause he’s got all the latest issues of the New Yorker and his patients are an intelligent bunch . . met some reporters from the Herald-Tribune the first visit . . long lanky black horn-rimmed glasses . . . and I put my urine in a jar labelled DEMAND THIS BRAND CHILLING IMPROVES so he’s pretty fond of me too. I think we bought some pickled herring in it. ”


I’m always struck by how thoroughly modern my mother’s writing always sounds. If I didn’t know the time frame, I’d never be able to place when she was writing.

My mom died in 2012, at the age of 93. But, when I saw Lily’s garden, I knew she’s want to be there. I’ve left her on the bench, for now, as an older woman reading a book. But I suspect the warm sea air in Lily’s town will work its magic on her.

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In my (almost) 60th year on earth I decided to set my fashion dolls free of their clothes and accessories and send them on adventures. This is your window onto my own adventure into a land of crafts where I have zero skills, talent or mentors. Wish me (and my dolls) luck!

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