If you're in your 40s you remember her so stop pretending!!
I used to have a Mrs. Beasley doll when I was a kid. I loved her!!! I never called her Mrs. Beasley though, probably because it was to difficult to say. I called her Mumz.
Did I mention that I loved her?
I thought she was an awesome doll. I don't remember if I got her for Christmas or my birthday or for just being the good little girl I was.... what? I was a good little girl
Mrs. Beasley had a plastic head and hands but the rest of her was made of soft filled fabric so she was like a squeezable pillow. Then somewhere along the way I grew out of her. The last time I recall seeing her she was in the toy box in the bedroom closet.... and I was about thirty something years younger than I am now!!
How is it that our mothers know exactly when and how to recycle our favorite toys without us ever knowing? When I think about Mrs. Beasley I have to wonder when she got recycled. Seriously! The only way I can pinpoint the timeline as to when I last saw her is by the location of where we lived. Strange, I know, but when we were at home number one, I put Mrs. Beasley in the toy box in the closet. When we moved to home number two, she was not in the toy box and neither were a few of my other favorite toys. Mom was sneaky like that, I give her credit, she knew to recycle my toys when I wasn't paying attention. That's a smart move, must be a super power that mothers miraculously gain when they have children.