My posh cousin – only child and spoiled rotten – had beautiful dolls, the kind you were allowed to look at but not touch. One of the dolls was black, we loved her because she was just so different from the others, lovely black curly hair while the rest all had straight hair, earrings and a big smile while the others all looked serious. On the occasions that we were allowed to take them down off the shelf we would stage weddings, all the white dolls were bridesmaids while we married the black doll off to a big plump golliwog. We would have a little tea party afterwards to celebrate the marriage.
The thought of it now still makes me smile :D More innocent times maybe?