Little Miss No Name

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This memory was added on: May 31, 2011

I was not quite 3 the Christmas Little Miss No Name was introduced to society. All I wanted for Christmas was a baby buggy and my own baby doll to love and care for. My parents had already purchased one of the beautiful Madame Alexander dolls for me . . . . along with the buggy, a faux mink stole and "pearls" so that I was the whole picture. Just before Christmas I insisted that LMNN was the doll I wanted. My mother was mortified that LMNN was my first choice. In hopes that I might fall into line with other "normal" girls, my parents also gave me "sally" that year, the MA doll previously purchased (probably so I could attend tea parties and be invited back).

But I was one of those girls whose heart strings were tugged by LMNN despair. And at that tender age, I often felt like Little Miss No Name looks. My sister died suddenly a year before I was born. Nothing I could ever do would entice either parent to play or laugh with me. They never recovered from her death. I could never replace her but told me that I needed to live my life for her too, to honor her and so that no one would forget her. So like Little Miss No Name, I felt like I was not enough, and not loved or wanted. So long as I could ease their pain, I fit in. And I could ease my own pain, by easing Little Miss No Name's pain.

But there is a happy ending! The ability to give love, compassion and pity where I felt it was needed and not where it was convenient has never left me. To this day, I spend enormous amount of time and energy supporting and creating programs for underprivleged, uneducated, abused and trafficked children and women in the US and abroad. It was this work that made me reflect back on my love for LMNN and whether she impacted anyone else the way she impacted me.

I love the story of Hope in Indianapolis which compelled me to share my story. Thank you Hasbro!

Tianne in Chicago

This memory was added on: April 18, 2010


I vividly remember seeing the t.v. commercial for Little miss No Name. I was a little girl and the commercial brought tears to my eyes. Little Miss No Name was standing in a dark ally with snow falling down. She was bare foot and not wearing a coat, just her burlap dress with patches. She had shaggy, dirty blonde hair and large, sad brown eyes. "I need someone to love me. I am so tired and cold. Please take me home with you and I will be yours to hold."

Something about that poor doll pulled at my heart strings. I just HAD to give that poor doll a loving home. I got her for Christmas. I kept her in her original condition and I still have her today.

Sherry Davis
Longview, WA.

This memory was added on: September 18, 2009

I don't have a very long history with my two LMNNs' but I love them both very much. My mother-in-law hates them, and wants me to sell them, as does my husband. (He's not as pushy though because he loves me) I found both of my LMNNs' at M&J Auction where I work, the first time I saw her, I was like well if no one bids on her i'll get her.........I waited and waited for someone to bid on her and no one did, she went to the NO SALE pile. I later asked my friend heather (the one who writes up the papers) if I could purchase her, she told me I could just have her. So I took her home with me and now she is in the attic in a box, but not gone. About two weeks ago my hubby an I went to the auction again to leave left bids before we went to the beach, he noticed her and told me to leave a $5 bid on her, (we both knew that no one would buy her for more) Till this day he insists that I sell both of my LMNNs' but I keep telling him, when I have the full set, apparently there are 7 but I'm not sure on that, if anyone knows the information would be apprecieated!!

Emily Wagner

This memory was added on: September 19, 2009

Hi. My sister and I each got a little Miss No Name for Christmas in 1966 or 1967 from our Grandparents, I can still remember opening her up and what the box looked like. I love that doll. My sister and I still have ours. When I had my tonsils out when I was 8 I took little Miss No Name with me to the Hospital and the nurse came in and said what an ugly doll, that hurt my feeling so much , I started to cry.

My sister try to even out her Miss No Name's hair.(no way of getting our dolls mixed up), of course she cried after she did it.

We still have the original dress and panties, our great-aunt made hers some cute little dress (which we still have.) She was and still is my favorite doll.

She sits in my curio cabinet and at Christmas time I put here under my tree!


This memory was added on: May 3, 2009

We were very very poor and my parents couldn't afford any Christmas presents... back in those days there wasn't any help with Christmas like there is today. We would always get a box of chocolate covered cherries and now I think someone gave them to my parents at Christmas. One year we all got 1 present and mine was Baby Alive.....well one of my sisters and her daughter lived with us and my niece got Little Miss No Name........a poor little doll that had a burlap sack dress on, big eyes, dirty blond stringy hair, 1 tear and her palm was out like she was begging.......I'm not going to lie... she was ugly. My niece got mad because she wanted Baby Alive and she threw Little Miss No Name across the floor and said she didn't want that ugly doll.

Well my childhood was horrible and I looked across the room and saw the doll laying there....looking all sad.......and I thought "she is all alone like me..nobody wants her" so I went and picked her up, found her tear an put it back on her face and told my niece I would trade her dolls......haha I have had her ever since and I am 47 years old. She became my best friend... most of the time my only friend. I told her my secrets and fears.. she listened to me and it seemed like she cried with me.

I was physically and mentally abused as a child and I was also molested so I had a lot of secrets and tears. She was there for me as I went through the teenage heartbreaks. As I grew older she listened as I told her about my abusive marriage and then how hard it was to raise 4 children on my own. She was there to listen when my grandma died, my niece died and my sister died. She has been there for me in good times and bad. I love her!!!!! To me she isn't a doll but my best friend. When I die I will have her buried with me because she saw me through everything.

Whoever decided to make Little Miss No Name gets my thanks because from what I read on here it seems like she helped a lot of us little girls lost.

Sandi Cedeno

This memory was added on: May 3, 2009

I just found out what her name is today! I have owned her for a year, almost to the date. I found her in an antique mall in Las Vegas and from the moment I set eyes on her I felt a bond. It was as if she was looking into my soul. It didn’t even matter what the price was as I knew I had to have her.

You see the sadness in Little Miss No Name that I personally bonded with is not for lack of food or money, even though we were poor growing up. It was for something much deeper, a desire to have a father that didn’t go away before I was born, or a mother that left when I was a very young child. I saw in her eyes a longing to be wanted, to belong. This is why the price did not matter as I wanted to give her a place to belong.


This memory was added on: May 3, 2009

My one and only doll I remember having was my favorite Little Miss No Name. I loved her and somewhere along the line lost her tear. Years went on and I grew up and Little Miss No Name was probably thrown away or donated to charity. The only evidence I have of her is a picture of her and me together. In a casual conversation I had with my boyfriend’s mother, I mentioned my favorite doll to her. Lo and behold, she did some research and found one and gave it to me for my birthday. With a bunch of laughter and tears I welcomed my new Little Miss No Name, complete with her tear. I now have her sitting on my desk in my office! I have also found the picture of her and me together! What a wonderful birthday surprise!

Sherry B
Cincinnati, OH

This memory was added on: May 3, 2009

I had this doll and I remember thinking if I removed the plastic teardrop from her face she might just seem happier (she didn't) and I also recall changing her clothes from those burlap-like rags she came in - all in an effort to "fix" whatever was "wrong" with this doll....early practice for motherhool I guess. I had completely forgotten this doll until I saw it on this fabulous website. I am 48 years old.

Jill Patton

This memory was added on: March 13, 2009

Oh my goodness! Little Miss No Name! When I was a little girl my mom and I would go to the Five and Ten at Lakemore Plaza near Akron, Ohio after a visit with Aunt Mary. We’d make it a day, stop at the donut shop (yes it had black/white checkerboard tile floors, swivel seafoam green round seats with lots of chrome, and a counter to sit at…). This particular time I spotted this doll with huge sad eyes and a tear beneath her one eye, lips that turned down like she was crying, her hand outstretched begging for something of a hand out, some help please! Her dress was loose canvas with two colored pockets sewn on. I was sooooo upset to leave that doll at the store when it was obvious she needed me! My mom and I returned to buy this doll the next weekend after I bothered her endlessly about it! That face still leaves a visual in my mind that will never leave and I’m 48 years old!

Geo from Ohio

This memory was added on: March 4, 2009

When I was a very young girl, maybe 5? I was allowed to search throughout Kolker's Toy Store in Elizabeth and choose ANY toy I wanted for my birthday. So I went up and down ALL the aisles picking up and putting down and deciding which I wanted the most. The one that seemed to need me the most was Little Miss No Name, so she was who I chose. I am now 51 and she still is next to my bed on my nightstand every day and night along with Cookie Monster and "Goonie Bird" the few companions that made it all the way into my 50's!!!

Lisa Steinberger

This memory was added on: March 4, 2009

This was my favorite doll back in 1967. Those sad eyes, I just wanted to take care of her. I also chopped her hair off and lost the tear. I still have her tucked away in the basement... I think its time to bring her back out to the light.


This memory was added on: January 27, 2009

I had this doll and remember a plastic tear under her eye! I only wanted her because I never really wanted a baby doll, so to speak! I was rebellious that way! She was very unconventional!

Jocelyn Fall

This memory was added on: December 14, 2008

When I was a little girl I had little miss no name. I loved that doll despite her being "ugly". I had her into my 20's when she was stolen from my apartment. I would love to find her again one day. She and my Marvel the galloping pony are two great memories. I recently found a galloping pony to replace the one from my childhood from a children's resell store, maybe next I will find my little miss no name.

Helena B
Enfield CT

This memory was added on: November 30, 2008

It was just before Christmas, 1973 when a local disc jockey received a call while hosting his hour-long, call-in radio show. The call was from a long-time, laid-off auto worker asking what he was supposed to do to give his family a Merry Christmas. The disc jockey offered to donate $20.00 (half of his what was in his wallet ) if others listening would do the same. What came about was an extra hour of the call-in show and cash totaling over $1,000.00 as well as food, toys and clothing. Not only was the unemployed auto worker helped but other families in the community were as well.

With that first broadcast, the DJ had established a continuing tradition in which all money and/or donated items would be used to assist those in need during the holidays.

The radio station and organization that has since been established to coordinate the now 48 hour radio/TV simulcast continues to follow the philosophy which was established in 1973. All donations are used for assistance and cover no overhead or costs of the program. The organizers pride themselves in maintaining such simplicity. A mirror reflection of the heart of this small community is seen in the eyes of our children as they experience the blessings of Christmas and the wonderment and mystery of Santa. meing of the

As for how Little Miss No Name factors in to all of this - one evening in the early 80's the volunteers were sorting through boxes and bags of donated items to be auctioned when a small doll fell out of one of the bags. Her dress was wrinkled, her hair a mess and she had a stain on her face, which would later be discovered to be where the tear was. In that moment the volunteers fell quiet. The doll seemed to embody the very essence of those the charity was started for. The volunteers named her Hope.

That year she was placed on the set of the annual telethon. At the conclusion of the 1986 telethon on a whim Hope was the last item offered for bid. Remarkably Hope raised over $1000. The next year Hope showed up again. She was returned to be auctioned off again and with the exception of 1989 (no explanation as to why) has been every year since. To date Hope alone has raised over $500,000.

Hope's image can now be found on artwork, silver coins and jewelry, clothing and blankets all to raise money for those in need.


This memory was added on: November 26, 2008

This doll came up in conversation last week. I was talking to my sister-in-law about it and how afraid I was of it. This doll absolutely terrified me. My older brother sent this to me when I was about 4 years old. I remember opening the box and crying and running from the room . I didn’t want to look at this doll, or even have it in the same room with me. I wanted to throw the doll away, but my mother compromised with me and put it in the attic; so when my brother came home he wouldn’t have his feelings hurt. I don’t know what eventually happened to my Little Miss No Name. I’m sure she eventually made it to the trash heap. I hope my parents didn’t donate her to some charity so she could scare more innocent children with her spectral face. I can’t imagine what my brother was thinking buying this doll.

Teresa Cook

This memory was added on: October 26, 2008

The memory I have about little miss no name is my mom bought my sister and I one for Christmas 1964. I was 4 and my sister Beth was 6. I remember it snowed that year and we went out and put our dolls in the snow and went back inside the house and looked out the living room window and just looked at those sad little dolls standing in our front yard with the snow falling down around them and we both sat and cried. We did end up cutting their hair and taking the teardrop off her cheek.

Vikki C.
Spanaway WA

This memory was added on: September 19, 2008

Ok so I have had this doll for only about 4 years. I first saw her at an antique store in our town and was drawn to her unusually large eyes. It was not until two weeks later that I purchased her simply for the fact she was still there. Not knowing the name (or lack there of) of the doll I decided to call mine Peg. She has aparently been through some rough patches along her life journey as she has only one leg, torn clothing held together by a safety pin, and no tear below her eye. However, Peg now sits beside my bed, near my alarm clock, and ventures to college and back with me every semester. Some of my friends are incredibly creeped out by her others are intrigued. I love Peg and am not sure why i decided to look her up online tonight, but I'm glad I did.

- M. Wheeler

This memory was added on: August 2, 2008

Hi, The only memory I have of this doll is being scared to death! I can't remember who actually bought this doll for me all those years ago, but that tear scared me for some reason. My mom ended up having to cut the tear off and put a band-aid on it before I could even LOOK at it LOL.

This memory was added on: July 6, 2008

As a child, we were very poor. There was a toy store in Cumberland, Md named Hills and it was on Centre Street. Anytime I could convince my mother to let me and my two sisters walk in there it was to look longingly at a beautiful dool in a box wrapped in cellophane. I saved and saved every penny and nickel I found to buy her.

One day I won $14.50 cents in a school raffle. I was a millionaire by my standards. I rushed to the toy store with my mom to buy the doll and the spot where she had sat on the top shelf was empty. Someone else had bought her. I was heart-broken. When I asked my mom a couple weeks later if we could go see if there was a new doll at the toy store and if she would bring my $14.50 along, she said, "What money?" It was the first real time I realized adults could lie. I never asked her about the money again. I did not want to embarass her as I figured she had used the money for a bill or for food.

Somewhere in a church rummage box that was being packed for poor children overseas I found Little Miss No Name (I called her Little Miss Nobody for a long time because I did not know she had the name Little Miss No Name) . She did not have her original dress, the tear was gone, her hair had been cut and she wore a yellow, one-piece onesy. I looked in her eyes and knew that she understood my entire life. I was allowed to keep her and she became my closest confidant. While my father was drunk and my mother was screaming and my little sister was huddling in my bed with me and my older sister was pretending nothing was happening, I shoved Little Miss No Name under my pillow and held on to her.

Within a few weeks of having her I began to have nightmares. After one bad dream where I woke up my mother crying, she came into my room and took Little Miss No Name and said, "She is the reason you are having bad dreams." I cried myself to sleep without her. The next day I pleaded with my mom to give the doll back to me and she said she had thrown her in the coal furnace. I looked for years for another one and I try occasionally to bid on one on ebay but I am always outbid. I am 52 years old now but I still love Little Miss No Name.

The Lady With The Books

This memory was added on: November 26, 2008

I remember the Christmas I received my little miss no name from Santa I had said I didn't want a baby doll that year because I was in the fifth grade. My parents went shopping and when my dad saw her he knew I had to have her.She was so sad looking with the tear,the pitiful dress and of course her name.She needed just the right girl.I was that girl.I'm 51 years old today and still think she's special.

Cindy White

This memory was added on: June 4, 2008

I was given this doll by my Aunt. She said she thought of me when she saw it and knew only I could love a doll this ugly. Little did she know just how connected Little Miss No Name and I would become. I was very protective of her, letting no one touch her for fear of loosing the tear or them wanting to do something to hurt her because she wasn’t as pretty as the other dolls. My sisters hated her and made fun of her all the time. As time passed, I became sexually abused by an uncle and dared not tell anyone – anyone except Little Miss No Name. I knew she couldn’t tell anyone the horrible stories I confided in her. Her tear became my tear. I would often take it out, hold it in my hand and pretend to be her. By pretending to be her I knew no one would hurt me because they would think I was ugly. I felt even uglier than she did. Many of my Mother’s friends would comment on how much I looked like the Sunbeam Bread girl, but I felt more like Little Miss No Name. We moved a few times, and somewhere in one of those moves she was lost and I cried for days. Mom said it was weeks, but I really can’t remember how long. I never wanted or accepted another doll after that. I had huge feelings of loneliness without her and didn’t dare share what was happening with anyone. (Not for 37 years). I looked for Little Miss No Name for years and finally gave up. Seventeen years of being married and looking for her in every store and antique store I drug my husband too, as he was reading the newspaper one day he called me in to show me a picture of a lady whose children were having an estate sale because she was in a Nursing Home with Alzheimer’s. The photo was half of the front page and full of dolls (thankfully she was a doll collector) and right in the midst of those hundreds of dolls stood Little Miss No Name with her hand out. Needless to say I began to cry uncontrollably. My husband said, “She’s there in that picture isn’t she?” I couldn’t speak, I just pointed to her. He said, “We’re going to that sale and we’re not coming home without her.”

The next day I phoned the writer of the article, he gave me the son’s name and phone number and I phoned him. He said he would check to see if he could pull her from the auction and get back to me. Unfortunately they wouldn’t allow him to do that but he was so understanding through my tears. He said the auctioneer told him that they would start selling the dolls at 8:30 a.m. so I needed to be there. Well, I set my clock for 4:00 a.m. (it was long drive to where the auction was) got up, dressed – didn’t even bother taking a shower, started out the door and heard commotion behind me. There stood my husband with my two teenage boys holding snacks for the long ride, ready to go. I can’t begin to tell you how emotional that was. Driving to the auction, it was in the most remote area of Alabama I’d ever been in and no gas stations in sight – the last time I looked down at the gas gauge it read “E”. Well, I refused to stop. We arrived – on “E”, but 15 minutes after the doll had sold. I was crushed. My husband found the son and he pointed out the lady who had purchased her. I walked over and asked if I could just see her, and thankfully the lady was kind enough to let me hold her. When I took her in my arms the years of torture all came back and I lost it – I was so embarrassed. I gave her Little Miss No Name back and headed toward the van, crying my eyes out. Little did I know that my husband had ask the lady if he could speak with her, related my story as little as he knew, and asked if he could buy the doll. She said she had bought it for a client but would be more than happy to sell to him for what she paid. She said, “After seeing the look and pain in that young ladies eyes, I knew there was more to that doll than just a toy she played with. I couldn’t, in my heart, keep this doll from her.” The purchase and exchange was made. Leaning against the van being consoled by two teenage boys the best they knew how, my husband tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Honey, I hope this can help in your healing process, and in some way bring closure to your fear that the world can see what happened to you. You’re not dirty, you’re not ugly, and she’s gonna help you realize that.” He never told me how much he paid for Little Miss No Name, but he said she was worth every penny paid and he’d do it over again a thousand times. I immediately phoned my Mom and my Aunt to tell them the story of finding her and my husband buying her because they had also been looking for me. They both cried at the thoughtfulness of my three boys to do this for me.

I now keep her in my bedroom, she’s not displayed for everyone to see because it’s just something that I keep to myself that’s simply hers and mine. I’ve left specific instructions that on the day I pass away, she be put in my casket with me. I don’t ever want to be separated again – we’ve been through to much together.

Now, how could I have gotten so attached to another doll that probably wasn’t my original one. As fate would have it – I made a very distinctive mark on her as a child, under her arm, close to her socket. Once alone, I raised her arm and much to my surprise and shock, there was the mark. Our secret was once again, just between us. I do not believe another person could have made the same mark I did so many years ago. What a gift!!!

Today, she no longer wears her tear, and I no longer wear the shame, and Little Miss No Name – as known to everyone else, is back with her childhood name, Adelaide Pearl Ashley – and now the name Williams has been added.

Debra & Little Miss No Name (Adelaide Pearl Ashley-Williams)

This memory was added on: December 7, 2007

My Mom and Dad divorced when I was 4 years old so my brothers and sisters (8 in all) didn't see my father very often.The year I was eight years old though,I remember so clearly the beautifully wrapped gift my Dad had stopped by quickly to give to me.Inside was Little Miss No Name. My Dad knelt beside me and said: "I couldn't pass her by because she reminded me so very much of you." Being one of eight children in a single parent home,times were hard,food was scarce and tears were many so I guess in many ways, in my Dad's eyes there were a lot of similarities beyond my big eyes and tiny build.

As tough as it was back then,that doll made everything a bit brighter for me.As long as I held her,my Dad seemed much closer, being hungry okay and the world just seemed to be a nicer,more nurturing place.

However,due to moving often, foster care etc. somewhere along the line, she was lost but forever remained a cherished memory.

Now decades later,with both my parents(and a couple siblings)gone,I still think of her and wish somehow I'd been able to hold on to that very precious part of my childhood.


This memory was added on: October 14, 2007

I had this doll when I was little. I think it was a hand-me-down from my Godmother, Peggy Driscoll. I got all her daughters' stuff when they tired of it. I loved it when the box would come - clothes, dolls and other things. She became my friend and I loved her - I was never much of a doll person as a kid, I only ever had two dolls, LMNN & another un-named doll that I still have. (I coveted Barbie, but my mom wouldn't let me have one until I was about 11.)

I was an adopted child and never felt like I fit in. She was like me, I thought. I made up so many fantastical stories about her - when I read "The Little Matchgirl" I thought that must be my doll! I'm trying to remember what happened to her - I think I probably gave her away when it was time to 'give up' childhood things. I've often thought of her.

I was always drawn to the ugly and unloved. I got the ugliest stuffed rabbit one year, and I hated it at first - but then I loved it more than any other thing, and I made up a story about how it was the last rabbit on the shelf at Easter and he came to me because he knew I would love him - I did until he fell apart. I think I am going to try to find LMNN on E-Bay. I want her back where she belongs. (Reading these stories makes me cry! But in a good way!)


This memory was added on: September 25, 2007

I had this doll!
She scared me for some reason and was eventually locked up in a storage cellar. She got lost when we moved in 1970.

This memory was added on: June 2, 2007

I am a 48 yr. old Home Health Aid. My lady I take care of Harriet, is 85 years old. She mentioned she never played with dolls. I said, "I never did either but I always visited nursing homes, wanted to join the peace core and adopt orphans, than I told her how many kids do you know who had an orphan for a favorite doll? I had an orphan doll, I think was called "Little Miss No Name" My mom sold our family home so us kids all had to get the stuff out of the cubby hole. There she was, I still have her. Yea!!!

Teri Imes

This memory was added on: May 30, 2007

It was the Christmas of '65 and at 2 years old my Mother thought it was time for my first "real" doll. She took me to the big department stores in L.A. Robinsons and Broadway and I remember the very tall locked glass cases with rows and rows of dolls. I also remember her "coaching" me towards all the dolls she wanted me to pick, but my mind was made up. I had seen Little Miss No Name on an advertisement and in my little mind she was the Match Stick Girl- I insisted on her as my Mom lead me away trying to get me to pick sweet little babydolls or a Madame Alexandra Princess-I could not be swayed I kept going to her and pointing. Finally my Mother asked me "Alice why on earth do you want that doll?" and I said "Because no one else will lover her." She became my first doll and I after 40+ years I still have her. I admit that she is now part of my halloween doll collection, but I love her just the same.

Alyce Fahsholtz

This memory was added on: May 19, 2007

I grew up in the 80's so I never had a doll like this , way later down the line... at 27 years old , I found out about dolls like this one. She's a little creepy but I hope to be able to have one someday because she's so different. It's not stretching it to say that Barbie mainly teachs girls that only two things are important. I have a love-hate thing for Barbies and they have been , are , and will always be part of my collection but you either lying or stupid if you can't see that toys like Barbie don't have much depth unless you give them a different story , make stuff for them , and all. ( Like changing a princess Barbie into a knight character or ninja or something )


This memory was added on: April 29, 2007

My cousin and I both got one for christmas. We are as close as sisters (and our mom's are).So you can amagin the fights when her dolls tear came up missing. Then amazingly her's turned up shortly after my dolls went missing. It went back and forth, one doll always had the tear. Until one day it didnt matter anymore. Now I wonder if our mom's had anything to do with that? My cousin and I are still as close as sisters and recently started talking about our old dolls. This one, we agreed was special! Sure like to find one or two with at least one tear to share.

Tammy Innamorato

This memory was added on: March 30, 2007

I got my little miss no name Christmas 1968, in Michigan. I took her to all my friends houses, and lost the tear in the snow. I cried and cried. My Dad told me she was happier now because I loved her and she had a nice warm home. I still have her and I'm 50 now. My Dad passed away 5 years ago , but I can still close my eyes and hear him tell me How Little Miss No Name is Happy now. I'll always keep her.


This memory was added on: February 28, 2007

I was 16 when i saw the doll on TV.. I told everyone thats what I wanted for Christmas that year. I ma 58 now and I still have the doll, tear and all. the only thing missing is her headband and rotted.. My granddaughters are scared of her, but she sets on a corner shelf in my room above my bed. I have felt like her many times in my life, i guess thats why i love her so much


This memory was added on: February 18, 2007

Little Miss No Name was the last doll I received as a Christmas gift because I was 16 at the time. I had seen the ads on TV and felt so sorry for this poor little doll. Everyone else hated her, she wasn't pretty, no fancy dresses and her hair was a mess, but I felt drawn to this little doll with the huge eyes and glass tear on her cheek. Maybe I related to her in some odd way. Over the years I have lost LMNN but will now go on a search to replace her.

Kris Harding

This memory was added on: February 4, 2007

I'm not sure what year i got LMNN, but i always loved her, largely because i felt so sorry for her. She wasn't soft and plump like me "baby doll" and she wasn't a grown up doll like my barbies...and she wasn't cute and furry like my stuffed bears. She just "was". I remember her tattered green burlap dress, with the patches. I remember the plastic tear at her eye. I'm not sure that tear survived the first 48 hours after Christmas, but i didn't like it anyway, because i didn't want her to be crying. My mom made her prettier dresses and we combed and braided her hair with ribbons and bows. The difficult thing about LMNN was that even with all that work and all that love and all those cloths, she still looked so sad. I'm not sure whatever happened to her. For some reason today, i thought about that doll and decided to look on-line for information about her. Why Hasbro make a sad homeless doll? If anyone has any information on the story behind the making of the doll, i'd be interested to hear it. thanks!

mollie cass

This memory was added on: January 29, 2007

I will share my Little Miss No Name Story...Christmas 1967/8 the ads for this doll were relentless. They begged you to take Little Miss No Name home. The second I opened the box, that was the end of it. This little doll was too ugly to play with. Her hair was uneven and her clothes torn and patched. I think they subliminally wanted girls to bring her worked, Mom says I never played with her again.


This memory was added on: January 18, 2007

I just recieved this doll a few years ago, when I was at a small doll shop, I was looking for a specific Princess Diana, when I saw a whole lot of Barbie dolls, right in the middle was Little Miss No Name. She immediatly struck a chord with me, because she was so different than all the regular dolls. I also felt very bad for her, because of all the happy dolls she was just sad. It depicted an actual homeless girl, which saddend me to think of that..yet, I HAD TO HAVE HER. She is now my favorite doll. I bought her when I was, around 10 or so? In 2004 or so.


This memory was added on: January 12, 2007

You won't believe me,but Little Miss No Name is ME! I have the write up in the paper as well as the family story and memory to back up this claim. I was locked in a toy store called Brodski's, in Pawtucket,RI(which is where Hasbro's is located:Pawtucket,RI)-the story was run in the Pawtucket Times, in the Fall of 1965. You can verafiy these facts. It is a long story. So I'll tell you only if you really want the truth.

Donna La Croix

This memory was added on: January 8, 2007

When I married my husband 13 years ago, we both had something in common. We both liked to go to garage sales and auctions. When we met I told him about this doll. I couldn't remember "no name" that's what I called the doll. I just had a vivid memory of the doll. I told him the story of my life, which I'll tell you. I came from a large family and money was scarce! I had seven brothers and sisters. We all got one gift at Christmas. The family was gathered in the living room and everyone was handed their present. Everyone excitely opened their package. And I was six years old; I couldn't wait! I opened it and inside was this ugly ugly doll. Inside my heart was breaking but our family didn't show emotions, so I sliped out of the room with my doll and went to my Mom and Dad's room. There I sat on the end of my parents bed and began crying holding the doll it fell to the floor and I didn't care. She was ugly. A few minutes later my mom showed up and sat on the bed beside me and put her arms around me and picked up the doll. She asked "Whats wrong!" all I could quiver out of my mouth was "Shes ugly!" My mom began to tell me a story. She told me that she saw that doll on the shelf at the store and knew that doll needed someone special to care for her and love her and that there were not too many people in the world that had a heart as big as mine. And she felt sorry for the doll too! It was then that I began to love and care for the doll and I knew it needed me, like my special brother born with a cleft lip and palate needed special care and was treated the same as the rest of the gang. It wasn't what was on the outside that counted, it was what was inside my heart! And I knew I had a big heart and lots of love to give. Over the years I don't know what happened to the doll. But I can say this much I've been looking for it all my adulthood. And today I finally got to introduce her to my hushand who thought the doll didn't exist. I found her today and won on Ebay. And I can't tell you how excited I was to win! And to finally find the doll! And over the many years that I didn't know her name, I found out she's exactly what I have been calling her "no name". I am 47 years old and I told my nine year old little girl the story of the doll and she cryed like I have never seen before. She said "Mommy, I hope I grow up just like you! And she wrapped her arms around me and we both cryed as if we both found something together! And we did, each other's hearts became one and now she wants the doll too! This doll taught me to have compassion for others. Life was rough going up but I'm a survivor just like that doll. She's still around!!!!!!!!! She may not be perfect but none of us are! Hey and I grew up as a young teenager throughout high school volunteering to help disabled children, a headstart teacher, learned sign language just to help people. More kids should have this doll to learn from.

Linda Gravitt