Re: "Doll Lady"at Grand FLoridian
I love this story. Here is what her sister has written:
The lady who is always at the Grand Floridian Hotel is my sister, Lynn, who lives near there and is definitely Not homeless.
Her late Husband, Bruce, used to be there often, too, but would often go off and do other things while Lynn listened to the music.
She takes her bags of teddy bears with her everywhere and has for many many years.
Lynn has a terrific sense of humor, but she does hear the beat to a different drummer, as the old saying goes.
Bruce suddenly passed away from a brain aneurysm October of 2007, which was a shock to all of us. He had a fantastic sense of humor as well, and the two of them couldn't have been more perfectly matched.
Lynn will be 67 in March, so she isn't as old as some thought. I am 65, and at times, websites like this one are somewhat of a struggle for me to figure out how to use, so I hope you will be patient with me.
Even as a child Lynn was rather overly imaginative. I remember when one night she got me to drag her into our closet so she could pretend she was a doll and 'catch' all of the toys come 'alive' when the rest of us were asleep. She was probably around 7 or 8 at the time. She was dissappointed the next morning that none had come to life, but she reasoned it all out that the toys must have realized that she was really a human and not a real toy.
So, Lynn is not homeless, but she is OCD. One day she will no doubt tire of going to the GF and go off into something else.
She and Bruce used to love to hand out teddy bears to children, but only after asking the children's parent's permission first. They have been going to Disney since it opened, and have spent a small fortune there, taking 4 kids there very often, spending almost more time in the place where people camp than at their own home, renting golf carts. So, if anyone thinks either of them were or are freeloaders, they are very wrong.
Lynn has a LOT of friends at the hotel, as well as a few like the above person, who resent her being there daily.
Who is she hurting? No one.
At any rate, I hope this satisfies everyone's curiosity. Thanks to all of you who were kind in your remarks about her.
Some people are like Slinkies.
They aren't really good for anything,
but they still bring a smile to my face when I push them down a flight of stairs.
Friends are Gods way of apologizing to us for our families.