My Aunt Hoohoo, born in 1925, in her wicker baby carriage. Check out the "porthole" windows set in the sides of the top. They were just like the ones in the mid 1950s 2 seater Thunderbird, one of Hoohoo's favorite cars, although she only owned the later, larger, 4 seater versions. I've often wondered if there was any connection! There was a matching doll carriage, albeit without the portholes, for my mother to take her dollies for a stroll alongside her mother as my grandmother pushed Hoohoo in the full sized carriage.
How do I know this? I still own both of them, of course. I went up to the attic today and shot the photos below. Both carriages need a bit of work, but for being close to 90 years old, they're still pretty decent, almost proud looking. One of these days I'll bring them down and clean them up a bit, but for now they like their quiet spot in the attic, I know.
Speaking of their quiet attic, I have an arrangement with the spirits that live here with me: I leave the attic alone for them at night; I only go up there during the day. I'm not the only one that has heard footsteps, hushed voices and quiet laughter coming from the attic after dark. I really think they like me and all of my antiques. I'm pretty sure previous renters haven't been quite so accommodating, in fact I know the previous tenants left because it creeped them out. All photos clickable to see in greater detail.
The same baby carriage today. The original velvet upholstery was taken out decades ago, probably from moth or mouse damage in my family home's attic. The small glass windows, or Isinglass more likely, are missing from the portholes, but the rest of it is pretty darn intact.
The matching 3/4-scale doll carriage. I keep an old Teddy Bear inside this doll carriage.The antique dolls are downstairs.