There is a story behind this.
After my Dad was injured in the Korean War for the third time - this time very severely - he was sent to a hospital in Japan for a number of surgeries and healing. Just before he was to return home he asked one of the orderlies at the hospital to please go to the store and buy a cute Japanese toy doll for his niece Micky. The young man was more than happy to oblige, but since he was Japanese and didn't understand English very well, he didn't fully understand Dad's request and returned with a geisha doll in a case. Dad decided to give it to his Mother instead and had it packed up and shipped off stateside.
When I was little, I always looked forward to seeing this doll at my Grandma's house. She kept it on a very high shelf in her dining room. Since I was not allowed to touch the doll I insisted that an adult lift me up high so I could see it. I was fascinated by it. After Grandma died the doll came to our house. You can probably notice the tape on the front holding the glass in place. The hinges are coming off. I would like to have the case professionally restored someday.
The case is just under 3 feet tall and the doll is slightly smaller than that... maybe 24 inches. This doll holds a lot of very special and magical memories for me, especially now that I know the full story behind her.

