I have no clue why they tore them up. Mother just let them do whatever they wanted - they were terrors - because she apparently had severe depression. My dad dropped dead unexpectedly of a heart attack at 54 (she was 44) and left her with a 6-year-old, an 8-year-old, and a college freshman 500 miles away (Tulane). I didn't know how bad things were at home until my sister told me a few years ago.BR, that is horrible. I was going to ask if you still had them until I read that. Were they jealous of your dolls or what?
I have about 6 dolls that were like MA's (imitations probably) that my mom always ordered from the Sears catalog. I loved looking at then and changing their clothes. I thought they were the most beautiful thing ever. I always thought I'd save them for my daughter someday. She could care less.![]()
Except for American Girl dolls, my daughter's like yours - she never cared much for her "fancy" dolls. She still is more of a stuffed animal person. I promise you that Nala (from The Lion King) will be with her on her honeymoon!
Kimmi, it's really sad that you were frightened by those dolls.

BR, that's precious!