Velvalee Dickinson - History

History

Born as Velvalee Malvena Blucher in Sacramento, California to Otto and Elizabeth Blucher (aka Blueher). Otto and Elizabeth Blucher are buried in Sacramento's Historic City Cemetery, as discovered by Aaron Myers (a local Sacramento Historian and Researcher). Velvalee graduated from Stanford University in 1918, but did not receive her Bachelor of Arts degree until January 1937, allegedly because she had not returned books owned by the university.

In the late 1920s to mid-1930s, Dickinson was employed in a brokerage company in San Francisco, California owned by her future husband, Lee T. Dickinson. Shortly after marriage, Dickinson worked as a social worker in the area until 1937. The FBI would later also determine that she had made frequent visits to the consulate, attended important social gatherings at which Japanese Navy members and other high Japanese government officials were present, and entertained many Japanese people in her home.

In 1937, the Dickinsons moved to New York City, where she worked for a short time as a department store employee. On December 31, 1937, she began operating her own doll shop, first at her residence at 680 Madison Ave, then later at a separate store at 714 Madison Avenue, where she would operate for several years until she moved the store down the block to 718 Madison Avenue in October 1941. The Dickinson doll shop catered to affluent collectors throughout the United States and overseas interested in obtaining foreign, regional, and antique dolls. Lee Dickinson assisted his wife's business by handling the accounting until his death on March 29, 1943.

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