Back to the house at the end of Third Street.................
When we lived there I was a preschooler, so, somewhere in the neighborhood of four or five years old.  I had a doll that was about 3 or 4 feet tall.  It was as big as I was.  My Momma told me not to get her wet, because of the type of stuffing in her.  She was stuffed with a cotton type material.  My Momma knew that if the doll got wet, she would soak up most of the water that she came in contact with.  So, as most kids do, I ignored what my Momma said, and I let "Dolly" take a bath with me.  She did soak up a lot of the bath water.  She was so heavy that it took both of my parents to carry her out of the house.  My very last remembrance of her was when they threw her over the fence...........................................          At least she was clean.