The Heard Museum is offering an enchanting little exhibition on Indian dolls — one of my favorite Southwestern souvenirs. My first trip on Route 66 took place in 1962 when we drove from New York to Albuquerque so my father could attend graduate school at the University of New Mexico. I acquired a rag doll of a Cherokee lady — in homespun dress and bandana — from an Oklahoma buffalo farm. Later, I got my one and only Navajo lady doll in velveteen shirt and long skirt from the famed portal of the Plaza of the Governors in Santa Fe. The exhibition at the Heard awoke all those old dormant feelings of youthful tenderness. I still have those dolls, but like so many people, I’ve packed them away someplace where they’ll languish until a future day. The bookshop at the museum offers the viewer a chance to buy some Native-made contemporary dolls.
(Visit “More Than Child’s Play: American Indian Dolls,” running through March 4, 2012)