My mother loved her Hummel figurines and I’m pretty sure she had more than these two but they are the ones I have. She did not give them to me, I had to sneak them out of her house when she was in the nursing home with Alzheimers and her moron of a husband was left with everything.
I don’t have much from all that my mother owned. Her husband was a drunk and by the time he died, everything had been lost or sold, but I’m glad for what I do have and these two figurines remind me of when I was a kid. The Bookworm Girl (and probably the other one too) sat on a little shelf in the kitchen near the windows that looked out onto the big backyard. My mother used to wash my hair in the kitchen sink and I would lay up on the counter with my head back in the sink – then when she was done and I’d sit up, that Hummel was right at eye level. I remember looking at it while she dried my hair with a towel.
I came across the “Little Tooter” and “Bookworm Girl” a few days ago when I was unpacking a box of things that had been lugged around from house to house through all my moves of the past five years. I was happy to see them and glad they were still in one piece. They now sit on the shelf in my kitchen. I wonder what my mother would think.