This cute item belonged to my grandparents, I remember it being on a shelf in the stairway to the basement of their home in Flushing, Michigan in the 1960s when they had a big farm. There were also several little mugs with creepy old man sailor faces on them in this stairwell that always creeped me out.
I swear they were all staring at me!! Isn’t it so strange, the persistence of memory? The donkey was photographed against a white paper background about three years ago in my apartment.