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At Christmas, there was an advert in the paper for a nice big doll, and my mother said to me, ‘Would you like it?’ I said, ‘Yes.’ When I got up on Christmas morning, it was a big cloth doll filled with sawdust, but it was beautifully dressed – my mother had dressed it. We also had a Wooden Betty which my uncle had made out of wood. The eyes, nose, mouth and teeth were burnt in with a poker then painted. It went through five of us, and then it went in the oven to heat the Sunday dinner.