My year for experiencing this tragic reality (from a child's perspective) was the year I couldn't make up my mind whether I wanted a Chatty Cathy, the most popular doll that year or a Little Miss No Name, which I saw on a commercial and fell in love with her. That Christmas I was very happy to see Chatty Cathy under the Christmas tree, but my heart sank when I did not see Little Miss No Name. The next year I hoped to get her and it was the dreaded year that I received only clothes.

To this day, (I was born in 1955), I have often wondered what ever happened to Little Miss No Name; she seemed to disappear off the face of the earth. I even started to think I only imagined that she existed. Tonight, I mentioned her to my husband at dinner and he suggested looking her up on-line. Much to my surprise, there were others who loved this doll as much as I did. I discovered on-line that she was taken off the market one year after her revue and has now racked up a net worth of an unbelievable price, if still in the box.

I was hoping to find her on e-bay, but doubt that I'll have any luck. I pray that I do though, because in a weird sort of way I'd feel like I had everything if I only had her.

Ironically, I never had a daughter, but did give birth to two healthy boys. Then, after marrying for the third time, I have a step daughter who strongly resembles Little Miss No Name and I thank God for her.

...Still, it'd be great to have Little Miss No Name, too.