Legend has it that when I was a little, little girl, my family was driving from our home in California to my grandparents' house in Seattle. My parents were good parents, trying to teach me that the big city before us was called Seattle. They pointed out the front windshield and tried to teach me a new word, "Seattle, Seattle, Seattle."
Evidently, my little (less than 3 year old) mind only saw my Raggedy Ann doll on the dash, and to this day, her name is Attle.
I still have Attle, but for Raggedy Ann Stories, she came off the shelf in the top of the closet. I held Attle in my lap while my oldest daughter held her own Raggedy Ann, and over the course of a couple of weeks, I read the stories for bedtime.
These stories are delightful stories from a time past. My daughter and I liked them. If you or your little girl have one of the dolls, take the time to have a tea party and read a story from this book together.
