Bear hugs are always genuine. Human hugs are not.
MY OWN TEDDY BEARS
Hello and welcome to this new site about teddy bears and anything related to them. This site is just a fun thing I am going to start as a way of sharing my teddy bears and other teddy stuff with anyone who is interested. I hope you will enjoy it and visit us from time to time.
When I was just a little one I had a great many teddy bears and soft toys. Some of them were presents from family members and I remember naming one pink bear after my Aunty Bertha. I had a lot of lovely soft toys including a black poodle, panda, felt penguin and a beautiful mohair bear named Rupert which I brought with me to Australia when I was just six years old. Since we came by ship it was possible for us to bring a great many things from England to Australia. We had several big trunks and lots of suitcases to bring all our worldly possessions in. Rupert was of course named after the storybook Rupert. He was made of golden mohair and had amber eyes and a growler. Once while I was very sick in England I threw up all over him and he had to be cleaned. Unfortunately he was never the same again as he became mute.
Vanda had a lovely mohair teddy bear too. He was bigger than Rupert and she named him James. She also brought him to Australia with her and I think he might have sat on her bed or a chair in her room. Mum was always finding poor James on the laundry floor near the back door. At first she thought we had been leaving him there but the culprit was soon unmasked as our dog Felix.Felix was a small terrier mix and he had taken a liking to taking our things outside as his treasure. James was too big for him to get through the back door so he ended up lying on the laundry floor until Mum found him. That was lucky for James because I think Felix might have chewed him up. Mum’s full length coat ended up as a jacket.
Well the saddest story of all is the story of Big Teddy. Now Big Teddy was a huge old mohair teddy and was probably English. I expect he was second hand and passed down to us by relatives. I loved that old teddy so much. I used to love playing with him and pushing him around in an old pram we had. He would just about fit inside. I was very upset about him having to be left behind but Mum consoled me by telling me he would be sailing on another ship to Australia and he would arrive soon. Well I did not forget about this and constantly asked her when he would arrive. Soon she would say soon but I still did not forget and continued to ask her about him. I wanted him back so badly. Many months later I was told the truth about Big Teddy.He had been thrown out! Mum told me he was losing too much stuffing and could not be mended so he had been thrown away. Mum told me she thought I would forget about him. Well this was heartbreaking and I don’t think I ever really forgave Mum for that. I still haven’t forgotten him and keep looking in the vain hope I might one day find another one just like him.
Well as you can probably tell I still love teddy bears and I now have quite a big collection of them. Like my sister Vanda I too worried about starting to collect them as an adult. I worried about what others would think. I had already been collecting other vintage items for a while when I bought my first vintage teddy bear. I decided that toys and teddies fitted in with them and it didn’t really matter. Those who know me know very well that I am going through my tenth or eleventh childhood with my second one over with years ago now but that is me. Today I am very proud of all my teddy bears and other soft toys. I love them to pieces. I also have dolls, vintage toys and other 20th century vintage household items.
Here are a few photographs to kick this blog off with. I hope to add more as I go along but for now thanks for visiting and your interest in this blog.