Welcome to My Red Cape. Long ago in another time my husband Jack and I lived in a little old red house. It was the stuff of dreams to us for the few years that we were there. I live there still a number of hours every day in imagination, with old dolls and paintings and fabrics and feather trees. I draw inspiration and happiness from the memories of that space in time and share some of it here with friends who remember how to step with Alice through the looking glass and take delight in whimsies and antiquities. ~Edyth O’Neill

Thursday, April 29, 2010


My favorite doll museum, was always the Merritt museum in PA. From the dispersal auctions a little while back, I have 3 of my favorite dolls from that museum. I have seen several other large collections, including the Strong and Sturbridge and one long ago on Cape Cod, as well as one at the Wenham in MA. But Jack drove me to enjoy the Merritt over and over. There I met Marjorie Darrah and her daughter Marjorie Ann Yocum, Mary Merritt's Granddaughter. Marjorie Ann was the doll restorer for the museum, and often visited with me in the doll museum shop. So when Jack was able to read the signature on my newly acquired reproduction head, it was like she was coming home to me. The doll maker is Marjorie A Yocum, with a date of 1991. I do not buy reproduction dolls on purpose, but this one snuck in under the radar, the form was so great, I felt it might be a repainted old head, until I actually had it in my hands.
I am not sure just what I will do with her, but I will give her a different paint job. I'll bet she settles in somewhere. E

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Greiner doll offered


Sweet little greiner doll is going to a new home, thank you S.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Hope all of you had a sweet Easter


For Easter we made a cake to share with family, wish it was the traditional big ham dinner we did years ago, but there are too many of the family now, and Jack and I have had too many birthdays so the big dark sheath cake is just right. A funny story, once I had a nice collection of old Staffordshire hens, sold all but one when I married Jackie. After a few years we opened a shop in Fredericksburg and I foolishly stuck the remaining and best of the chickens in there. A lady bought it almost immediately, at a strong price, and I instantly wished I had not sold it!! With great good luck she brought it back the next day with her nose a bit in the air, and said she did not know it was English, she only wanted to collect "American Staffordshire hens!" I was delighted to have back my hen, and set her out on the table with a bit of Easter grass for that time each year. The antique business was never dull. Have a Great day! Edyth

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