She is faded and dirty and has a perfect set of my grubby little fingerprints on her face but she smiles on! My mother made her for me..long, long ago…and every stitch was sewn with love. We all have cherished objects from our youth and Raggedy Ann is mine. I’ve carted her with us through all my various moves for 70 years! When I was tiny and feeling sad her yarn hair blotted up my tears. And when the shadows crawled up the walls and the wind rattled the shutters at night she comforted me. Thank you mom for the precious gift of love you sewed for me…..