Furga love of dolls....
I had a few dolls when I was a wee lass, but I don't remember being overly obsessed with them. One special doll is this pretty ' Furga' which was given to me in 1970 (or was is 1971?) at the ripe age of 4, when the family arrived in Australia... all the way from Italy via ship. I was told that the gift was from the actual ship company and apparently the little angels were given dolls and the little tyrants where given something else. Everything was a blur back then on that big ol' ship along with very few vivid memories etched into my mind. I don't remember receiving the doll, but I remember flashes of my father being ill on the bed. I don't remember eating or sleeping or anything else for that matter, but I remember wearing an inflatable yellow life saving suit, not to mention remembering being petrified of having it on.
Funny how we sometimes remember the more upsetting things from our childhood.
