Of the many objects that wash up upon the shores of the Falls of the Ohio, few have the visceral effect that these found dolls produce. For as long as I have been doing this project, I have been amazed by how many of these toys I have come across. The various toy balls are the only other playthings that surpass these lost dolls. The wayward balls I can understand getting into the river because most of them are round and inflated with air! It would be very easy for a lost ball to become washed or even blown into the river, but what is the story with these dolls? I came across an especially interesting doll recently and thought I would introduce the lost doll topic.
I came across this doll laying face down in the soft earth. Several pieces of driftwood partially obscured a full view. Recognizing what it was I reached down and lifted the doll up and was amazed that several plants clinging to the body had used this decaying doll as a substrate and were in fact growing on it! I have seen many abandoned dolls, but this one was unique because nature was so actively intertwined with it. I eventually placed the doll in a sitting position on a log near the place it was discovered, took my pictures and walked away.
The moment of discovery always produces a double-take for me. There is a slight hesitation before the brain registers the scale differences and I recognize what this really is…just a toy. I have come across little hands sticking up out of the sand that have sent fearful jolts of adrenalin rushing through me. People are always asking me if I have ever discovered a human body before? Fortunately, I haven’t, but these things come a close second.
No doubt about it…these objects are psychologically charged like creepy clowns are and stumbling across a lost doll is like viewing a mini crime scene. The idea that we would intend a representation of an infant as a plaything strikes me as an odd idea. So what are these dolls doing in the river so far from home and the people who care for them?
At first I thought it was plausible that many of the hundred or so dolls I’ve found in six years simply washed off or accidently fell off recreation boats. And then I thought that perhaps the world is just full of mean prankster boys who think it’s fun to throw sister’s doll into the river. There is that scene in the first Toy Story movie where the boy next door, Sid, engages in this kind of behavior. And then another idea occurred to me that also seemed possible.
What if it’s not little boys, but instead little girls that are tossing out the baby with the bath water? What if even on a subconscious level, these girls are rebelling against gender stereotypes they don’t fully understand? Aren’t many of the baby dolls intended to reinforce the notion of girls becoming mothers? I have had conversations with female friends who said that they never could relate to dolls and prefered other toys instead.
My wife reminded me that boys play with dolls too and that’s certainly true. I had a G.I. Joe action figure “we” (me and the other boys in the neighborhood) eventually blew up in the sandbox…ala Sid. The truth about the river dolls is that every possible way one can imagine these objects getting into the water can and does happen. I have this other mental image of the dolls that missed the Falls, continuing on their long watery journey until they reach the Gulf of Mexico and then its open ocean from there as the currents circumnavigate the globe with them.

























































































