When I was in Louisville this fall for the ABC Kids show I took a side trip downtown to the Kentucky Museum of Art. Tucked among the folk art, quilts and other treasures was a large cloth doll that bore a striking resemblance to the (in)famous Cabbage Patch Kids whose shortage sparked a nationwide pre-Christmas shopping frenzy in the early 1980s. Not only was I fascinated to learn how this doll was stolen to become one of the biggest toy success stories ever, it reminded me of my mother's own (failed) quest to buy me a CP Kid and got me thinking about the inevitability and, perhaps, childhood rite of passage of Christmas morning disappointment.
First, the dirt on the scandalous history of Cabbage Patch Kids. Here's what the museum placard next to the doll said:
"In the early 1970s [Martha] Nelson Thomas created a series of endearing quirky soft-sculpture "baby dolls" which she peddled for "adoption" out of a large basket she carried around Lousiville to public events an bars. By 1978 her doll design and adoption concept were appropriated by a man from Georgia who set up a "hospital" from which his babies could be adopted. By the 1980s, the Cabbage Patch doll had become an enormous fad. Nelson Thomas's dolls were the prototype for one of the longest running doll franchises ever. She won a settlement in the 1980s and continued to produce her versions of the dolls."
In the timeline of the Cabbage Patch Kids history, Xavier Roberts claims to have "developed the marketing concept" of the adopted dolls in 1977. In a 1980 lawsuit, Ms. Nelson Thomas argued that in 1976 he asked to sell her dolls (which she also offered for adoption) at a gift shop he managed, but their negotiations fell apart. Her first attempt at legal recourse failed when a judge ruled that there was no infringement since Nelson Thomas didn't copyright her dolls.

I find this history fascinating, not to mention a cautionary tale for Etsians and others who create and make their own products. Cabbage Patch Dolls are interesting for a few reasons: they are marketed to girls and boys (a tidbit in a 2008 Doll Reader article reveals that the box was originally pink but changed to yellow and green), they come in several ethnicities/skin colors, and, most famously, the media-fueled demand for them paired with a product shortage in 1983 and 1984 marked the first holiday frenzy for a "must have" toy. In later years, shortages (in some cases, faux shortages) of Furbies, Beanie Babies, Tickle Me Elmos, the Wii and others would join the ranks of toys that parents across the nation hunted down, pushed and shoved each other for, and paid exorbitant sums for (pre eBay, no less) all to have the "hot" toy under the tree on Christmas morning.
My own Cabbage Patch Kid story is not so dramatic. I'm slightly embarrassed to report that I was about ten years old when CPKs hit the scene. That seems old (and uncool) to have wanted one and especially curious since I didn't really play with dolls growing up, but I can only imagine that friends must have had them or wanted them or thought they were getting them for Christmas. Or I succumbed to the commercials. I remember trooping around our small town with my mom to all the stores that sold toys without finding one. This was before the internet and would have required an hour's drive to reach civilization a mall. In the end, my mom hired a local woman to make one for me. I named the doll "Roberta" (I have no explanation for this choice.). She didn't come from a store or a cabbage patch, but from County Route 21. In fact, her cloth face was much closer to Martha Nelson Thomas' creations. In retrospect, I think it was pretty darn cool that my mom found a balance between fulfilling my Christmas wish and not getting caught up in the Cabbage Patch Kid hysteria. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed to not have the 'real' thing.

There is so much build-up to the presents on Christmas morning - most of it coming from television and commercials - that some disappointment is probably inevitable. No kid is going to get everything they want under the tree - nor should they. I remember another year when I was perplexed and underwhelmed to receive a nice set of real tools. Tools? Really? But, you know what, I really enjoyed using them that year and would spend hours after dinner chiseling away at bricks. (Did I know how to kick it or what?)
My son is only three, doesn't have much exposure to tv commercials and has yet to figure out that he can ask for certain toys. If he really, really, really wants a particular gift in the future, I'm not sure what, if any, lengths I would go to to get it. I'd like to think I'd stay above the fray and calmly explain to him why he's not getting it. But I guess I'll have to see.
What about you? Any memories of getting or not getting a "must have" toy from your childhood or with your own kids?
(p.s. If you had a CPK - leave their name in the comments. There is something hilarious about their names.)
(p.p.s. My interest was piqued by these fascinating name combos so I did a little more research and learned that Xavier Roberts used a baby names book from the 1930s to name the CPKs. Source: The Intellectual Devotional Modern Culture: Revive Your Mind, Complete Your Education, and Converse Confidently with the Culturati by David S. Kidder & Noah D. Oppenheim via Google Books)
(Images: 1. Carrie McBride 2. Flickr member frotzed2 licensed for use under Creative Commons 3. Twentieth Century Fox via Take 148)

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I remember that Christmas. I wanted a CPK So bad, specifically a redhead w/ pigtails & green eyes. I remember, first, opening my stocking which held stickers that read "I *HEART* MY CPK" but I was convinced there wouldn't be one under the tree since they were in such high demand. Thanks to some very well-connected friends, my Dad (err, I mean Santa) was able to find me Morgan, my redheaded pigtailed CPK with green eyes! I was SO happy!
We recently went through birthday disappointment with our daughters. They are eight and were really excited about the gifts they would get from friends this year (we just had a family party last year). Well, let's just say that reality did not measure up to their fantasies. You are right -- that feeling is a childhood rite of passage, and certainly is not fatal. Just two days later they are over the disappointment (but also anxious for Christmas).
During the CPK craze, we had to go to TG&Y (kind of like a small Target) just to win a chance to buy one, and MY DAD WON!!! The one I picked out was named Bobby...I'm not sure what happened to him over the years, but I sure do remember the feeling of pure JOY when I had him in my arms. (I just got chillls writing this) LOL
"and would spend hours after dinner chiseling away at bricks."
LOL! One of my favorite things to do when I was a kid was sit in our drive way by the side of the road and bash rocks with a hammer. The road got freshly paved once and I was in heaven making all those white blobs form all over the fresh black road.
I also find it funny that you were disappointed by not receiving a Cabbage Patch Doll. When I was little I received a new one almost every year for about 4 years in a row and I hated the things. I thought they were hideous. My mom still buys them for my son and my nieces and they never get played with. She seems to think that they are a childhood staple. Something every child needs to have.
The big thing for me was Little Mermaid. Loved the movie and I wanted it bad. Finding it was the problem. We looked everywhere and no one sold it. I didn't get it for my birthday and I didn't get it for Christmas either. When we went to Florida on vacation we couldn't even find it at Disney. I didn't get that thing on vhs until I was like 11. It was just released on dvd a few years or so ago...Disney's "vault" has been the bane of my existence for waay to long.
I had a yellow-haired CPK named Nadia. I wish I could remember her middle name. I also had one that was a CPK Preemie, which, now that I think about it, is pretty weird. Regardless, I used to play hospital with Nadia and use paper towels and masking tape to make her a cast for her broken leg.
I really didn't have any Christmas disappointments. I guess I was a pretty not-picky kid. I got a CPK, Barbies, and other random stuff but never HAD to have that one toy. Boys I think are more prone to wanting a crazy specific toy or worse, video game system. I've heard horror stories of my parents waiting in lines to get the last N64 the year those came out for my brothers.
I guess the closest "bad" Christmas was my last real at home Christmas my senior year of high school. My parents bought me all sorts of stuff I needed next year for my dorm to save on getting it in the summer. I unwrapped a microwave and just sat there trying my hardest to look grateful!
I was 7 during the CPK "craze" and I remember how nuts it was. My younger brother and I each got one, and mine was named "Coral Jacqueline." I still have it and will eventually pass it on to my daughter. She may get her own new one this year.
Oh, and my mom was friends with one of the managers of a local Thrifty, so she was able to get a "preemie" one for herself, named Nanette. (My name!) I think it's still in the original box in her closet.
I had no idea of the CPK scandal! Thanks for sharing!
I had an AA one named Cathy. We waited in a super long line at Toys R Us and I could choose between two. All of my friends got handmade dolls from their grandmothers. I was really jealous of the handmade dolls because they got to say someone made them especially for them.
I had 4 CPK dolls, which my mom just dug out of storage to give to me! My two favorites were the premie named Elizabeth and a redhead w/ head gear. I think her name was Diana?? My Christmas morning disappointment story revolves around the little cute stuffed animals that came out after the Gremlins movie hit the scene. I guess my grandma couldn't find one of the stuffed animals, so she found a hard plastic version of the doll ... I tried to be okay with it, but it just wasn't as cute in plastic!
My CPK had very light brown hair, green eyes, and a tannish complexion. Her name was Sue Jimmy.....yeah,... I know.... Sue Jimmy?? I guess she was a southern belle.
I had the same experience! My mother had her friend to make my blonde-haired, brown-eyed Dorothy (after me grandmother). While I was initially disappointed at not having the packaged, plastic type (I cringe at my behavior), my friends were eventually jealous of my softer version!
Tina Catherine. Born Sept 1, 198? I don't know why, but I remember her birthday!!! She was also a red head with green eyes. I didn't want any particular one at the time, just wanting one very much. I believed that they were all different and that the adoption was serious business! I got it (her) on my birthday in 1984 I think? My best memories though are playing with the CPK clothes that my grandmother knitted for her! A jacket, a sweatsuit, a dress. I still have them tucked away to share with my daughter one day.
The Cabbage Patch Doll was my Christmas dissapointment, I did get one for the following Easter though, and ended up with 4 all together. I had Darline Darlene (really!), Peggy Justine, Ronald...forgot his middle name, and Leona...forgot this one too.
I was 8yo when the CPK frenzy hit. I remember HAVING to have one but didn't know how hard it was going to be for my mom. She did track down one for me and one for my 4yo brother. I named him Timothy! The novelty wore off quickly and he wasn't played with much...
Stanley Coleman was the name of my first (and most well-loved) Cabbage Patch Kid. I didn't rename him, nor call him Stan. He was just always "Stanley Coleman." (My sister had one named Miranda Jo and my mom--don't ask--had one named Alice Cynthie.)
I really, really wanted a CPK in 1983, but they were in such demand it was impossible to find and my parents didn't like how expensive they were. In the winter months (after Christmas, I think), my parents let me know I could earn money carrying in firewood in from outside ($.50 per trip) to pay for the then $30 price tag. I took them up on the offer and raised the money, but they were still sold out everywhere. My mom called everywhere when finally, my friends mom who worked at Kmart was able to set one aside when a shipment came in. Arty Benedict, a bald headed baby CPK was my playmate for years to come.
CPK came out before I was born. I was a preemie and they didn't make preemie clothes or something, so my mom bought Cabbage Patch doll clothes for me and dressed me in those.
I did have one named Xavier when I was a little older.
I will never forget the year I asked for a stuffed dragon. I was so excited about that dragon and thought for sure it would be waiting for me under the tree. Christmas morning came and I was so sick I couldn't even speak. All the presents were opened and no dragon. I was so sad. Then my mom handed me one last box and I opened it and BAM - There was the dragon. I screamed "My dragon! My dragon!" but because I was so sick no sound came out. Pretty awesome.
Actually most of my Christmas morning disappointments are now that I am older, watching my teenage siblings make bank at Christmas. The year PS3s, Xbox 360s and Wii's came out, my little brother got ALL. THREE. for Christmas. Holy crap. Not gonna lie, I was totally jealous and still am.
Oh, and btw, I can't for the life of me remember the name of my CPK, but my younger brother? Oh...he named his Don King. Still makes my mom laugh!
My mom made me "faux" CPK when I was little. I was sooo disappointed, but ended up loving Jessica WAY more than the cheesy real CPK I eventually got.
Mine was named Olympia Elizabeth because it was the year of the 1984 Olympics. I loved that doll. My mother also could not find one, but a lady tapped her shoulder while she stood looking at an empty wall where they should have been. The lady said she had a whole bunch in the trunk of her car and (I can't believe she did this) she went with this woman and bought my doll from her. $60 for a Cabbage Patch preemie. I cried when I received it, I was so blown away that I actually got one.
I really really really wanted one when they came out (I was five or six), but I didn't get one until years later when I was nine! Mine was a cornsilk kid named Meredith Angel.
Candy was my red head green eyed CB doll. Which I still have and my 2 yr old daughter ignores. My daughter prefers the five dollar cheap babies!
I was seven when CPKs were all the rage. . .and I had four. First was Fritzi Deborah with light brown pigtails and green eyes. I got her from Santa, and I spent my first week with her changing her in and out of the TWO outfits I had for her. . .at least 10 times a day. She was followed by Benny Johnny, then Bibi Alana, and finally the preemie, Tracy Bev. Such fond memories of them all!
This is going to sound egregious but I had 6? maybe 8? CPKs (plus one of those weird hybrid animal kids they came out with - mine was half dog half kid). BUT its a good story. We were totally super dirt poor farmers (my mom was already working an extra job as the cook for the Priests at the catholic school they sent me to to cover my tuition) and for the holidays every year so they could buy presents and have a big christmas dinner my mom got a seasonal job on the ASSEMBLY LINE for Coleco who made... CABBAGE PATCH KIDS! The only perk to the overnight shifts (before she came home to work on the cows at 5am) was that each year she got to buy (at cost) a CPK. So I don't remember their names but I remember all the girls who laughed at my hand-me down clothes looking on in amazement when I brought out my parade of Cabbage Patch dolls - blonde, brunette, premie - boy and girls. I had them all... :)
My aunt was the one to give into the craziness and get me a CPK. Adrian had no hair and came wearing a teal corduroy suit. I was far too young to appreciate what I'm sure she went through to get it.
I had a CPK named Darlene (I think I got her a year or two after the major craze, maybe 85 or 86?). Poor Darlene got left at a bus stop and of course someone adopted her. My second CPK was named Peggy Suzanne and she was a next gen dol that had hair more like a Barbie instead of yarn. I think she's packed up at my parents house somewhere still...
My mom loves to tell the story of our CPKs. She and her sister are very close and lived close by. Between the two of them, the year CPKs were popular, they had six kids all under the age of five. They battled their way through the Chicago mobs and managed to get all six CPKs. Mine was Corina Bernadine. I loooved her (and the sweet smell of her hair!) and still have her.
My CPK was named Darda Trista, but I did not get her for almost a year after I asked for one for Christmas. I was also around 10 but all the girls in my class that year had them and brought them to school to "sleep" under thier desks, the boys thought we were a bit weird, I think. That Christmas I received a pretty nice boom box which after gift opening I promptly took upstairs and cried and cried and cried because I did not get a CPK. My poor mom had got a tip from a neighbor that they were unloading some across town but got there too late. I think I may still have her but have since parted ways with the preemie and koosas I got later...
I remember the Christmas of the cabbage patch doll shortage! I got my first CPK in the spring of that year after I broke my nose. She was a redhead with pigtails named Daisy. She still lives at my moms house - now covered in sharpie after my younger sister had a go at her. My second was a premie doll named Benjamin- but I wanted a girl so I renamed it Michah (which I thought was the girl version of Mike - a name I LOVED) and called him a she. My mom would buy me handmade clothes from a woman in the neighborhood and I when received doll bunk beds as a gift I was in heaven! Oh how I loved those CPKs!
My CPK doll was a bald baby that came with a hard plastic pacifier. At some point I drew all over it's face. I still loved it and have it packed away at my parent's house. Recently I was at a thrift store and came across my same doll in pretty good condition. I bought it for my baby girl. We used to dress our CPK dolls in our old baby clothes.
Oh My. I had so many. I always bought them myself out of my allowance and birthday money. I can only remember the name of the first one and it was Juliana. She had "real" hair that you could brush. I am somewhat ashamed to say that I bought my last one at age 13. It had hair that you could curl. That is the only one that still exists because it hardly ever got played with. (the others were loved to death) My daughter plays with it now when we visit my parents. My little sister had one named Katie Alena. She still has it! It was her special doll.
I remember the Christmas when my CPK came… I woke up so early & crept downstairs. The tree lights were on & all the presents were out. I found my stuff & the CPK box was an odd shape so I zeroed on that quickly. I remember reaching out a finger to poke the front to the present… and the cellophane crinkled. It was a CPK!! Santa brought it!! I ran back upstairs to my room and waiting what felt like an agonizing few hours before I started throwing thing at my younger sister to wake her up. She had red hair & green eyes… no ideas what her name was.
I got another one later- braided red hair, blue eyes & a pacifier. I lost the pacifier when we were on vacation. My mom lugged me back the store where I thought I lost it & we didn’t find it. That poor doll had an empty hole in her mouth from there on out. That upset me so much.
my daughter got a CPK from her nana... it's name is Cindy Leticia. i mean, really?! ahaha
when i was little, i got one real cabbage patch doll and two handmade ones, a sweet newborn and a really hideous girl doll. i got a stain on the cloth newborn's face that would never come out so i remember being so sad :(
There is a famous Christmas Disappointment story in my husband's family. His sister Ashlee (now 21) wanted a Barbie Jeep for Christmas. The kind you ride in! They're really expensive and it wasn't possible that year so her parents wrote her this nice letter from Santa saying that he was sorry she couldn't have one this year but if she was "really good" maybe she could next year. She was slightly crest-fallen but got over it quickly. Once opening presents was all wrapped up Ashlee ran outside to play and the first thing she saw was the neighbor girl driving in her brand new Barbie Jeep! Ashlee ran inside, burst into tears, and said "Sarah must have been REALLY good this year!" My husband said his parents felt terrible and the next year she got the newest model! We all laugh about it today... classic!
The names are funny! I had twins named Sadie Delta & Alura Bea (still have them actually). I remember my sister had a boy named Wilton Eliot and my brother had one named Winston Joel. My daughter has one named Mae Matty and a preemie named Abigail Athena.
I forget my doll's first name, but her middle name was Babs!
We must be the same age, because I, too, was way too old to want a doll, but begged, hoped and even prayed for one. My first was a preemie--Erika Andi. Then I got Vinnie Frankie, after the hullaballo died down. I'm thinking of getting my daughter one this Christmas--or asking my Mom if she kept (or knows where!) my old ones are. Thanks for the flashback!
I got one that year that they were the hot toy. I hadn't ever heard of them or even wanted one. I gave it to my little sister.
I don't really remember any of the names of mine. I'm almost certain they were some form of my name though. My mom will go through all the CPK dolls looking at the names. She says the "thing" is finding a doll with your name or something similar. Is my mom the only one that does that?
Reading these cracks me up. The names were horrendous! Mine was originally Roberta something-horrible but I insisted on immediately changing her name to Morgan via the little form. I saved her for my girls who, like another poster, could care less about her. They, too, prefer handmade dolls or the ugliest dolls you could ever claim from the thift store. They zero in on those as though they will never have a fighting chance and it is their duty to save them from the trash heap!
Like Krisis, my biggest disappointment wasn't until I was an adult. I was 21 and it was mine & my hubby's first Christmas married. We spent it visiting my in-laws whose lunch ran late so we had to eat & then run to my parents house late. Both sets of parents were livid. After dinner with my parents and feeling awful that noone was pleased with our attempts, we decided to open gifts. I started hauling gifts down with my Dad and exclaimed, "WOW! Mom went all out for us this year!" to which my Dad replied, "It appears these are all for your brother." Sure enough, we sat for 2 hours and watched my older, unmarried brother open gift after gift well into $1000s while my hubby & I were unceremoniously handed an envelope with $100 in it. Mom later explained that my brother had noone & she had to make Christmas special for him. The only problem was, we were both finishing college & held 2 PT jobs each. We barely had enough money to afford food & rent, much less buy each other gifts.
My mom bought my sister and I a handmade version first, her name was Erin. Then we put our names on a list at Toys R Us and eventually got real ones months later. Mine was Wylie, one of the bald "preemies." I have to admit I was even older, maybe 11 or 12... and I remember having a birthday party for him and inviting all the neighbors.
I had a CPK preemie named Jacobina Tallulah. When I was about 6, I spied her adoption papers in my parents' file box and was convinced that they were mine... that my older brother's joke that I was adopted must be true!
My CPK was named Albert. I loved him, even though he was bald.
Biggest Christmas disappointment? Getting a knock off Georgetown Hoyas winter coat instead of the Starter version I was dying for. Oh, man my poor mother.
I had two a redhead with green eyes named Stephanie Amy and a preemie whose name I don't recall. I believe it was something horrible so I renamed her.
I was lucky, we were stationed oversees and my dad picked me one up in Tokyo no problem. I didn't even know they were the hot gift at the time.
I can't remember their names, but I remember being really sad that my first one had yarn hair. I wanted one with "cornsilk" hair--which my second one had (she also had glasses--like me!). I also had a very bizarre looking "Koosa" I think it was called, it was a cabbage patch but sort of an animal & had striped arms & legs & wore denim overalls. I loved that weird thing!
Oddly, just the other day I was thinking how strange it is that CPKs managed to fetishize what is essentially a serious medical problem with their "preemie" dolls. I mean, my sister is pregnant with twins, and she's doing everything she can so they're not born premature. Yet everyone thought these dolls were adorable, with no thought to the fact that real preemies have real health problems. (And this was like during the crack epidemic of the 80s -- preemies were being born in the inner city all the time with terrible outcomes.)
That said, I had a CPK. Don't remember her name or what she looked like, sadly. I had a My Child doll which I loved much more (dark hair, blue eyes) and a Pound Puppy which I loved most of all (and still have on my bed right now.....shh!).
My older sisters both got knock-off CPK's for Christmas, I think in 1984. My Mom sewed them (even though I was born just weeks before Christmas...she must have been so exhausted) and they actually turned out pretty awesome. I think eventually my sisters got real CPK's but the ones my Mom made are more special and treasured.
My parents scored 4 the first Christmas they came out, 2 for me (I was 6) and 2 for my 10 year old brother. I remember being so excited to see FOUR under the tree. My brother couldn't have cared less, but they wanted him to have a "collector's item." ha! Mine were named Eli Barry and Darda Jodi. Jodi is my name, so my mom was proud to find one by that name. Other names I remember are, Mavis Shelia, Tommy Ted, Theo Beau, And Constance Elaine. I ended up with about 12 more... yes, my parents were crazy and some I bought for myself. At around 14 years old, I finally decided I didn't want them on the shelves in my bedroom any longer. My parents, hating to get rid of them, moved the shelves and all the dolls into their room. They still have them. I guess they're still waiting for them to become "worth something."
My babysitter bought me one for Christmas when I was like, two. Way too young to really appreciate it with all the hype, but I loved him. I have a photo of me, age 2, very carefully balancing him so he'd stand up by himself, with the aid of his white plastic shoes and a brown velour tracksuit with posable wire in the seams =)
His name was Eldridge Rodney.
I was born in 83, but I had a baby CPK named Rosalie (don't remember her middle name) with a little tuft of red yarn hair. I also had a white CPK pony, and an orange striped "Koosa" cat, like psychobabble described above. When I was about 6 or 7 we took a trip to GA to the Cabbage Patch hospital. I remember that in the cabbage patch where the dolls were "born", you got to yell out name suggestions that they would supposedly use for actual dolls.
I remember camping out all night with my mother in front of Ardan's praying we'd get two tickets in the morning for those prize of all prizes- the Cabbage Patch doll. I ended up getting two, their names were Leanne Lainey and Arlo Zed. That was one sweet Christmas, filled with lots of hugs with those baby powder scented dolls.
Oh yes, CPKs. Here they are:
Christina Gerty: circa 1983, blond hair, green eyes
Olly Webb: preemie, bald, blue eyes, pacifier
Bunny Emilia: 1986?, brown hair, ? eyes
Edna Ruby: circa 1987?, "baby" cabbage patch kid (heavy bean bag body, pink bum--"diaper rash," smells heavily of baby powder)
That was a little embarrassing.
I remember when I was little and really wanted a Real Talking Bubba. It was like a bear that would talk to you and say different phrases. They were sold out everywhere. It is funny looking back because he was a hillbilly bear. Anyway, my parents had me convinced I wasn't getting one. My mom had managed to track one down through a friend. I was so ecstatic opening it Christmas Eve.
I think a year later was the furby fiasco. No furby was found for Christmas. I was disappointed but oh well. I moved on and enjoyed myself.
In January I became really sick and had to stay home from school for over a week. They then managed to find me a furby and I got over the flu with my little odd fury toy. It was more exciting getting furby then.
My cabbage patch kid was named Iris, and had light brown hair. I remember being a bit frustrated that she had come pre-named. I remember my sweet "adopted" grandmother saying (in her thick french accent) "zey won't even let you name your own bebe?" when I complained that I didn't like the name Iris.
I had a bald CPK with brown eyes... I was really young when I got him but to my little brain his eyes looked like M&M's so as far as I was concerned, his name was "emn-en-em baybee"
One Christmas my mom, in an effort to give my sister and I a super special gift (and likely also due to the fact that CPKs were sold out everywhere), hand-made a couple jumbo CPKs for us. Unfortunately they proved to be a lot of work and on Christmas morning mine was complete, but my sister's had no hair! Luckily she was a toddler and could've cared less, and I was smart enough not to be too obvious about how disappointed I was about not getting the real thing. My mom must've sensed it, though since the next Christmas we had two "real" CPKs under the tree.
My mom made her own versions of these and ended up selling them to people who couldn't get the real CPKs...except hers were all (simplified) anatomically correct!
My CPK is named Beccy (changed from Ophelia) I use the Present tense as she is one of maybe 5 toys I've saved for my own kids who aren't interested in her at all. Still I was so ridiculously proud & in love with her that she has planted herself on a shelf in their playroom with pride, I think rightly so now as she would be nearing 30!
My sister & I both had one at their peak, hers was named Paula, we adored them, our grandmother sew'd them many outfits and we played with them for hours & hours.
My parents must hav either had great skill in managing their kids expectations as I have no clear Christmas disappointment memory, but many memories of being giddy to have a articular toy.
I got Minnie Pearl for Christmas 1984, but I think I was too young to know they were the It toy. My mom bought glasses for her because I apparently had been making fun of children wearing glasses. (I of course grew up to be extremely near-sighted.) We had matching mother-daughter dresses, too. I still have Pearl and the Moses basket she came in.
We started out with handmade knock-offs because my mom was prepared to head out to Venture (anyone remember that store?) at 4am on Black Friday when my dad said, "Do you honestly think any of our kids would get up that early to buy YOU something?" She called her friends and cancelled immediately, and I have to say, I totally respect her for it. I won't get up that early to buy my kids anything either!
I had one that was bald except for a little tuft of yarn hair on top... and it was always naked because I was fascinated that Xavier Roberts' name was written on its butt.
Also it came with a cassette tape, and I remember there was a villian who sang a song that went, "Cabbages cabbages yum yum yum, cabbages cabbages GIMME SOME!"
I had an infant CPK so I could choose if it was a male or female, which meant I also had a choice of male or female name. Mine was Sheena or Kevin, however I was too young to catch on to this and no one bothered clarifying for me, so to this day (I still have the CPK) her name is Sheena Kevin. It never seemed weird to me either.
My parents got me my first CPK when I was 3 or 4 and I don't think I fully understood the awesomeness. I named her Ashley and she had brown hair. I got a boy CPK later and his name was Bobby. (I remember thinking Ashley and Bobby were the most beautiful names ever). I played with those dolls for YEARS. My favorite outfit for Ashley was a shiny pink 80s-tastic dress.
Ohh how I remember homemade toys and the bummer it was when you expected the real thing. As far as cpk names-mine was Pam Lila-not bad. But my sister had Godfrey Duke. We still laugh about that name.
I had three CPK. My first one was a baby that had the little top knot of yarn hair, and his name was Lenny Paul. I saved him, and when I pulled him out a couple years ago, I noted that his arms and legs had been re-attached countless times. Thanks Mom.
Also, a girl I knew in high school got "Xavier Roberts" tattooed on her butt.
I was dying for a CPK for Christmas back in 83 or 84, but my parents are SO not they types to wait in lines overnight/pay ridiculous sums of money for an over-hyped toy. They did put their names down on the waiting list at Toys R Us, but in the meantime my mom made us homemade ones for Christmas, so they ended up selling the one they eventually got from Toys R Us to a colleague of my dad's. I would be lying if I said I was happy when I unwrapped the fake CPK on Christmas. I was pretty much the only one of my friends without one, and my best friend was having a CPK sleepover for her birthday party the following summer - I was bummed that all I had to bring was my homemade version. The day before the party, we went into a toy store to buy her gift right as a batch of CPKs were being delivered, and I finally got my CPK - her name was Kelly Lucinda.
I was five when the fad hit and remember my mother waiting in line for hours outside a store at the crack of dawn. I don't recall ever wanting one, so her desperation was a surprise. At that time, they would hand you a doll and that was it. She delightfully handed me the blue-eyed blond doll and could see the look of disappointment on my face (I had long brown hair). She gave it to one of my friends and eventually found me one closer to my likeness. She had jeans, a yellow windbreaker, and her name was Hattie.
The 1930s book of names makes so much sense now!
I was also given a handmade one and I loathed it.
Wow, it's hard to believe it's been more than 25 years, and I still remember the names of my CPKs. I hardly remember the names of my own children sometimes! ("Hey, you over there!") Those were some evil-genius marketers.
I had:
1. Sophia Claudie (blond yarn hair)
2. Irisa Joy (red yarn hair & freckles)
3. Amy Jicelyn (came with a clown costume and squeaker shoes!)
4. Fiona Glynnis (blond cornsilk doll with glasses, the prima donna of the bunch)
Cissie Marta (she would have been in the year after the height of the Cabbage Patch frenzy) and Zara Phyllis (a baby one) were mine and I loved them dearly, even though I was never a big doll person, either. I remember thinking as I opened the first one that I *hoped* Santa hadn't misunderstood and gotten me one of those knock-offs!
My oldest is 3 yrs now, and the only TV he sees has no commercials so we have a temporary reprieve. I imagine we may have to leave gift cards under the tree in some future year to get the "hot item" at a later date. I rarely shop as it is... I can't imagine lining up early just to get a particular toy! I'm crossing my fingers that day never comes :)
My first kid I remember was named Quimby Ramona. :)
I'm from Brazil and was 3yo during the CPK fever. My Dad was at the US a little before christmas and waited hours in a line to get me the "most wanted doll".
But I was too little, there were no CPKs here and I've never seen one before when I got my.
Oh, my poor dad, anxious as I opened the gift, only to hear: "oh, daddy! what an ugly ugly doll!"
lol
kids!
Her talks about this until today, it became a funny family story.
I remember thinking she had a runny nose, because of its unique shape....
Still have her though! White skin, brown hair, brown eyes. I don't know her name...
I was two and a half weeks late, three days after Christmas in 1984. My (then) aunt was apparently determined that I get a CPK when I was born (potentially caused by my cousin who's almost two years older, who may have also wanted one for Christmas) and searched high and low in all of the stores for them. Of course, she wasn't able to find one and she ended up having someone else sew her CPK-ish dolls for each of us. They were insanely well made (I could never ever sew that well!) and mine had brown yarn pigtails and an adorable little dress and panties. I still have her somewhere at my parents' house, but I can't remember her name.
My grandparents also got me a baby boy CPK (I guess he was one of the "preemies"?) when I was really little. I used to dress him up in my old infant clothes.
I got a CPK for my niece two years ago at Christmas and she loved it for about two minutes before moving on to the next toy,. I think my sister-in-law and I had more fun looking at what all had changed with them in 25 years than my niece had playing with it!
Wow, this brings back memories!!
I loved dolls as a kid and was in kindergarten the frenzy year of CPK. Alexandra in my class had one and brought it to school. I remember coveting that doll (or maybe it was Alexandra's fancy plaid kilt and matching shirt? Girl had it all!)
The next year for xmas my grandfather bought my sister and I the home-made CPKs. Such disappointment! In retrospect, they look an awful lot like the originals....
Then for my birthday that year, I got 'Missy Cynthie'. She had blond curly hair and pink corduroy overalls. I'm sure she is somewhere in my old doll collection. I also later had a preemie, but I don't remember her name. By then American Girl Dolls came out!
I had one - her name was Eloise Donahue (sp) and she had two front teeth (!) and yellow yarn for hair. And an Xavier tattoo on her butt. She was a much-loved Christmas gift when I was about 4.
My little sister had one, which she has now gifted to my daughter, who loves it. The doll is named Louise Heloise. Someone at church made a bunch of clothes for CPK dolls and I think my mom bought them all for my sister's doll. Imagine failing-eyesight church-lady CPK doll clothes...just awful.
I had a bald CPK named... Rutwell Fairfox. It's no wonder I still remember his name!
I never understood the appeal of CPKs, as a child or now. To me they were the ugliest thing imaginable. All my cousins begged for them during the craze(one boy cousin even had a CP Pet cat named Adamorous). I was not overjoyed at receiving a doll I thought too hideous to display among my Barbies and Strawberry Shortcakes.
I did however always want and never receive a Baby So Beautiful doll with dark auburn hair and green eyes.
I was given 3 cabbage patch dolls as a child. I believe it was a year or two after the huge craze. The first was tan with brown hair and brown eyes (she resembled me.) Her name was Jody but I can't remember if that was the name on the package or the name I chose.
The other two I remember naming myself. They were Elton and Inez, I never bothered to look at the name on the package.
Enjoyed this post, and took me right back to 1983 - though I didn't get my doll until 1985 (at the age of 12 lol) her name was Bambi Maggie.
Flash forward to 2011 and I will be giving my daughter Ella her first CPK ...and I was able to find one named...wait for it.... Amy Ella LOL (mama and baby name combined!)
Long live that baby powder smell. :)
About 28 or 29 years ago: My mother wouldn't buy me a Cabbage Patch Doll, but she cut me a deal-- if I "sold" her all my beloved Strawberry Shortcake dolls, accessories, gazebo, etc., she'd order the $25 CP doll I chose from the Montgomery Ward catalog. I still have my darling little Keith Erny , or just "Erny", as we called him (a small, bald, African-American boy in a sailor suit) and all his clothing & accessories and just this month rescued (from a cruddy old box full of trash I found when my mother moved) what I could of my formerly pristine Strawberry Shortcake set, after my neglectful mother let my doll-hating sister and random neighbor kids destroy it over the years. *sigh* Bittersweet.
I grew up going to the Storkland Hospital in Cleveland, GA where CPKs are still today "born." And I can tell you how they get their peculiar names. Under a giant fake tree sits the "cabbage patch" with women dressed as nurses helping the mother cabbages birth the babies. When one is born, all the visitors behold the newest CPK & scream out names at the top of their lungs. The two loudest names are then chosen as the first and second name. You end up with some pretty ridiculous names that way!
Ahh, memories of being a child of the 80s. My CPK newborn was named Joshua & my baby sister stole him after I had him for 2 weeks. Mom said it was a lesson in sharing but really it was foretelling of our sisterly dynamic for years and years to come!
I had a Preemie boy named Stuart Kirk. However, I was SO disappointed and upset that I had a boy that I insisted on changing the name (and therefore the sex) to Sue-Anne. My parents even got the adoption papers changed, so now I have a boy doll with a girl name.
I also have (kept it to this day!) a Cabbage Patch Kids Show Pony!! His name is Howard (pretty great name for a Premium Pony). He was the right size for the dolls to ride him and came with a saddle and bridle. His mane and tail were wool. Adorable. He looked more like a clydesdale horse than a show pony, but still very cute.
I love reading everyone else's stories! I too desperately wanted one, even though I never was really into dolls. My Chinese immigrant parents were totally befuddled. Eventually I got one - the only left on the shelf. I was disappointed to find that it was a bald baby named Imogen Jane. I couldn't even pronounce that until an old lady standing nearby helped me out. Probably played with that thing for like a year, and then it got tossed aside.
But does anyone else remember the Garbage Pail Kids???
Dory Illonka, Luis Austin, Carlotta Jearlee, Christy Madge, Flora Kate...they were my babies and I played with them for years. I was disappointed that first Christmas but was lucky to get my first "Kid" the following year.
I am happy to say that my pack-rat mother kept them all and my girls (5 & 20 mon.) play with them now. We still have all the doll clothes and they LOVE them. We could never afford clothes like that for the new dolls we have now. It would cost a fortune!
Ah, those were the days.
I am so thrilled that my son, almost three years old, is blissfully unaware of anything hip and cool. The toys that he wants were cool two years ago, and therefore readily available in consignment and thrift stores.
I, too, was ten at the pinnacle of CPK, but I had to have one (or two, or three, or.....). My first was a bald boy named Denny Jefferson. Then there was a saucy little redhead named Genevieve Medora (super cool name, right?). I think another was named Elenor or something.
My son has a thrift store CPK that he has named "scary".
I'm having a great time reading all these CPK memories! I actually worked in the doll department of COLECO during their heyday. Mine was named Adrian, a little bald guy. We used to have to lock down our offices when we went to lunch because things had a habit of going missing when they got to be so popular!
the year cpk's came out i wanted one so badly. my parents could not find one in time. eventually got one from a grandparent and his name was eli. the best part is that a year later my dad went to hawaii and brought me back a "toro" patch kid. a knock off with a hard head, orange hair, strange orangish skin tone and green polyester overalls. i acted like it was okay, but it was kind of embarrassing. my sister got one too with brown hair and pink overalls.
My parents searched high and low for my first CPK when I was four years old. We lived in IL, and my aunt finally tracked one down in SC. Her name was Amelita Ginny, and she, like a lot of others, had red hair and green eyes. I remember her sitting right in front of the Christmas tree when I looked down the stairs on Christmas morning. Being the youngest of six children, money was quite tight, but somehow my parents always got us what we wanted for Christmas. My mom also handmade some fancy clothes for her. I remember one outfit including a red fur jacket and muff (which I didn't even know of at the time).
The next year I wanted a very specific CPK, one that didn't even exist! My cousin played football for the Dallas Cowboys, and so naturally I wanted a CPK with his jersey - number and all. When you're little, Santa can make anything, right? Somehow my parents were able to acquire a football player CPK, complete with helmet and pads. Granted, his uniform was green and he had a different number than my cousin, but I'm still amazed that they were able to find it. His name was Marcus Joyce, and he and Amelita were great friends!
When I finally got a CPK -- red pigtails, it came with the name Emma White. I didn't like it, so I changed it to a much more beautiful name -- Kimberly May.
I was eight when CPKs were all the rage. Like you, we lived in a rural area and it was hard to get them. And we were poor. My parents bought a fake CPK made by a local woman and they were very proud to give him to me. When I took him to school, I was teased because he wasn't real. I defended him but ended up hating the doll.
When I visit home, the doll is sitting on my old bed. My parents love him. I wish I could say, as other posters have, that I grew to love the doll but I didn't. When I look at him, he reminds me of what it was like to be a little kid and poor and to never have new clothes, to worry about money constantly and to pity my parents because they worked hard but couldn't provide for me in the way they wanted to.
Now that I'm a parent, my heart aches for my parents. I can't imagine how terrifying it must have been to be so poor and vulnerable while raising a child. I am happy to report that I'm not as materialistic as I once was. I hope my son can learn some of the lessons my parents taught me even though he doesn't want for anything.
I got a CPK for Christmas when they first came out and was disappointed, I has asked Santa for a dollhouse. I think sometimes the parents are the ones that really want the junk marketed to kids. My first CPK doll's name was Liza Carly, my sister's was Adrianna Dina, and my brother's was Therman Hans!
I had a few CPK dolls...my favorite was Oliver. he was a preemie w/o hair and I remember taking him to the Spring Festival and me both had our names painted on our faces. I also hada redhead with pigtails and green eyes, Jane Darcey, and another one that was a clown. I still have their adoption papers and always have to look at the names when I see them in a store. Still looking for one names Melissa, :)
My CPKs I received over a few years time, but the first my mom did an early morning Service Merchandise run to obtain:
1) Angelique Allora: Bald blue eyed preemie
2) Madeline Glori: Blue eyed, Short curly blond hair
3) Isabella ?: brown braids, brown eyes; circus clown
4) Annette Arlene: bald, blue-eyed newborn
I'll bet my mom remembers all mine & my siblings. She actually bought dolls and traded them in boxes to get names she preferred over others with dolls she liked. We are a little picky.
I had one, but I didn't get it for Christmas. I had a boy named Corey. He mysteriously disappeared when I was about 8. My mom swears (to this day) she saw him sneaking out with a tiny suitcase and heading toward the bus station. (I'm pretty sure he accidentally ended up in a bag donated to the Goodwill. My mom has always been good at that).
My Cabbage Patch doll arrived a bit after the commotion died down. My sister and I were small enough and sheltered enough that our parents were able to wait until 1985 or 1986 to put the dolls under the Christmas tree. We loved them, of course, as we loved all our baby dolls. I don't remember either of their names, but I named mine Olga later on. I still have her, as well as a handmade version a family friend made for me in 1984, not only because CPKs were popular that year, but also because that was the year my sister was born, and the lady thought that I should have a baby, too. Good call! I still have her, as well.
I don't remember ever being disappointed at Christmas. I was one of those boring, reasonable kids who tried not to show too much enthusiasm for something that might not work out. But I did always secretly hope to find a puppy under the tree.
I wasn't born until 86, but they were quite popular when I was in first kindergarten and 1st grade. I probably had a dozen.. Yikes! The one that received all my love tho was a boy one with "real" hair. It stuck straight up, I guess you could call it a flat top? I named him Spike. Haha! I got him in first grade and slept with him every single night even throughout college! He's been through alot with me, and he's got scars to prove it. A crack in the side if his head from my older brother punching his head in to matted hair thanks to a ride in the dryer. I still have him, sitting on a shelf in the closet.
One of my favorite stories is how in 2nd grade all of the girls in my class decided to make a club, the ABC club, and we all brought our dolls to school and they slept in a paper crib in the back of the room. One of the boys who all the girls loved, Seth, thought Spike was so cool and even played with him a bit. I thought for sure he'd marry me someday because of it. And because my name is Beth. Seth and Beth, my grade school self was sure we were destined to be married! Haha!
Oh yes! I remember CPK's! I remember asking my mom for one for christmas one year and you can imagine my disappointment when I opened what I thought was a CPK, but was really the knock-off version... "Pumpkin Patch Kid" :/
I'm glad to know I wasn't the only one with a bunch of CPKs. I had 9, plus a Koosa, and my brother had three, and another Koosa, which he eventually denied were his, so they ended up in my room. I don't know how my parents ever afforded them, since we were not rich, and I wore hand-me-down clothes. I did save my money and buy a couple of them myself, and a few were given by relatives, but still-- that's still a lot of dolls! I think I ended up with so many because my grandmother gave away all my mother's dolls the day she turned 11 because she was now "too old for dolls", so my mom decided her own daughter could have dolls as long as she wanted. I got my last CPK at the age of 12, long past the age other girls were playing with theirs.
Most of them are at my parents' house, but I kept two of them with me: A blonde one in a kilt (she's a World Traveller, and came with a suitcase and a passport), and a Newborn in a blue sleeper.
My first one was named Joanna Melvina, and I got her in 1983, when I was 8. She had short blonde hair like mine, a blue-and-white striped shirt, blue jeans, a blue jacket, and white sneakers with pink stripes (so you could tell she was a girl). I was snooping in my mother's closet one time, and I found her (in my defence, she wasn't well-hidden). I knew I wouldn't get her until Christmas, but I went and visited her in the closet every day after school. My friend Mike had a boy one, with reddish-brown hair (like his) and the same outfit, but in red. We used to pretend they were best friends and on a team or something, until Mike got to be too cool to play with dolls.
My first was a preemie with a little tuft of hair named Winona Charlotte (brown hair, brown eyes). I whined about wanting one for months before spotting her box in the trunk of my parents' car. I think she was intended to be a gift, but I ruined that. Later I acquired Samuel Albert (bald with blue eyes), Goldie Jacintha (brown pony tail and blue eyes), and Reuben ?? (tan curly hair and blue eyes). My mom also made me several homemade ones - some with soft heads, others plastic. I now have daughters ages 3 and 6 and they both have 3 of their own in addition to all of mine. My 6 year old isn't very interested in dolls, but my 3 year old LOVES them. Her favorite out of all the dolls she has (including her own Cabbage Patch Dolls) is my Samuel Albert - who she affectionately refers to as "bald baby." And he has traded in his little red, white, and blue jogging suit for pink dresses.
Norma Bernadette