‘Antique dolls can be rather creepy. But antique dolls kept in coffins or served up in puddings and cakes for ravenous young children are definitely creepy. But wait, how, you may ask, did all this creepiness come about? Well dear reader, back in your great-great-great-great grandmamaâs time, children were given a tiny pottery doll to play with. This doll was made from one piece of unglazed porcelain with no moveable limbsâpale white with only the slightest coloring on hair, cheeks, lips and eyes. Not exactly an iPad.
The doll was originally manufactured in Germany in 1850 and sold as the perfect playmate for babyâs bathtime. However, it soon became associated with a popular poem of the day âYoung Charlotteâ written by humorist Seba Smith in 1840. The poem recounted the grim true tale of a young woman who had frozen to death one New Yearâs Eve while out riding with her sweetheart in an open sleigh. This poor unfortunate lass had failed to heed her motherâs advice:
“O, daughter dear,â her mother cried,
âThis blanket âround you fold;
It is a dreadful night tonight,
Youâll catch your death of cold.â
âO, nay! O, nay!â young Charlotte cried,
And she laughed like a gypsy queen;
âTo ride in blankets muffled up,
I never would be seen.”
Smithâs poem inspired the folk song âFair Charlotteâ:
âHe took her hand in his â O, God!
âTwas cold and hard as stone;
He tore the mantle from her face,
Cold stars upon it shone.
Then quickly to the glowing hall,
Her lifeless form he bore;
Fair Charlotteâs eyes were closed in death,
Her voice was heard no more.”
What had been intended as a German bath toy soon became known in America as a âFrozen Charlotte.â The dolls cost a penny and were insanely popularâsome being sold with their very own coffin and blanket-cum-shroud. In Britain these dolls were often baked into a pudding or cake as a fun surprise for children to discoverâor more likely break their teeth onâat Christmastime.’
Frozen Charlotte dolls are highly collectible, so if you ever come across one—or a piece of one—in your Christmas pudding…
(Images & quoted text: dangerousminds.net)