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GO DOLLY DIRT!
My Sister Made Me Do It!
A Memoir of My 30 year Journey to Becoming a Doll Artist
Chapter -5: Reno, Nevada, 1985
I learned about the Society of Crafts Designers from an article in Crafts Magazine. I immediately sent off a letter asking how to join this professional organization. After getting my membership card and a ton of reading material, I made reservations for their annual convention. The convention included three days of educational seminars about how to become a professional designer:
- Request for Proposal.
- How to get free stuff from manufacturers.
- Selling (magazine) articles.
- Selling work.
The list was so exciting!
And, it was in Reno, Nevada – WOW! So again, I mailed the registration check, then asked Jim if he would mind if I went to Reno for a few days? Well, it was a three-week adventure.
Jim and I had just finished and printed our first book, “Adam & Eva”, cloth newborn baby dolls. We made a book of over 120 pages of picture-by-picture instructions. We sent review copies of the book to the editors of all the crafts and consumer magazines. Jim and I wrapped each book in baby gift wrap. I discovered which cottages the editors were staying in and left the packages on the tiny porches. The announcement was the talk of the day, but we didn’t get a single review out of it.
It turned into a wonderful trip with my sister Bobbie. Jim said, of course I could go, and handed me a bank card. I arranged to have my sister and my only living aunt whom we both loved meet us in San Francisco.
I traveled to Eugene, Oregon to visit my son and his daughter Syrena. I flew into Portland, and walking out of the terminal, I was thrilled to see Mount Hood in the center of my vision. It was early June and it was covered with snow above the tree line.
I rented a car to drive to Eugene. Larry drove me and Syrena (whom he was raising alone) over to the seacoast. How beautiful! We drove through a redwood forest. He took us up to the volcano on Mt St Helena. Tons of lava rock. The mountains are magnificent. I didn’t know there were so many shades and hues of green.
Then we drove to Mount Shasta to meet Leta Bergman and her family. Leta founded, wrote, and published the Cloth Doll Magazine. I spent a lovely afternoon, and found a motel for the night. In the morning, off to San Jose where Larry left me with Judy Waters, founder of the National Cloth Doll Maker’s Association (NCDMA) and proprietor of Doll University for 3 days while he and Syrena visited friends in a nearby beach town.
Judy put me up in a room that housed a full wall of craft and quilt books. Didn’t sleep much, learned a lot.
I asked Judy to call elinor peace bailey to be my guest at a restaurant near her home. Her husband said she was in New York City where she was meeting with a couple of companies she designed fabrics for, and would be jet-lagged and tired. But a local place would be okay. We met them at a Chinese restaurant in Hayward. elinor’s husband, Gary, joined us to take pictures.
Poor Judy was caught in the middle between elinor and myself. (I’m on the left, elinor is on the right). elinor and I played “can you top this?” elinor and I tried to out-talk each other. We both had so much to say. It was a really fun evening.
Judy had her doll club meeting at her home during my visit and I was the guest of honor – for what I don’t know. I hadn’t yet written any articles or published any patterns. It was so much fun. Every member brought their dolls to share – a treat.
The next day Larry picked me up and we put him and Syrena on a bus home. I drove to SFO (San Francisco) airport to meet Bobbie and my Aunt Florence. We drove on to Reno. They would play tourist, and I would attend meetings and lectures and hands-on test-playing with new craft supplies not-yet shipped to the crafts stores.
The little car had trouble climbing some of those “hills.” We crossed the Great Divide and sang along with the radio all the way to Reno. Florence said it looked like the Black Forest in Bavaria. The lake was heavenly. Such post-card views. Bobbie enjoyed the casinos. Florence and I slept at night.
When the convention was over, Bobbie and I dropped Florence at the Reno Airport and drove back to San Francisco. She had never been there. It was freezing in the city and 80 degrees every else. Everyone at Taco Bell was wearing heavy winter coats. We were in shorts and sandals. We took one day visiting Fisherman’s Warf and Lombard Street, the crookedest street in the world.
Next we drove to Santa Barbara to visit Jim’s mother, and then on to Long Beach to visit our brother. I made good memories on that trip.
Continued next week – Chapter 6: Let’s Talk About Dollmaking Magazine