Yep, I had a teddy bear when I was growing up. I always wanted a teddy bear. Didn't get one until I was about nine years old which was pretty old for a kid to get a teddy bear. But oh how I loved that teddy bear.
It wasn't a fancy teddy, just some cheap, ratty teddy but he was MY teddy. I don't know what happened to it. I think my Mom threw him out after I left home to join the Army when I was 18 years old.
Oh no, I wasn't still attached to my teddy at when I was 18 years old, my "relationship" with my teddy ended when I was about 10 years old but I still kept him around.
Much like today. I have a whole passel of teddies. Where are they? Pack up in boxes in my storage room in the basement. I never took them out of the moving boxes when we moved from our former home in Pennsylvania in November of 2006. When we lived at our Pennsylvania home my teddies resided in my cedar lined bedroom walk-in closet. Quite comfortably I might add. In fact, Bill would often taken guests into my bedroom (when I wasn't around of course) to show them my teddy bear friends.
Over the years I had collected about twenty five teddies of all sizes and shapes at after Christmas sales at the John Wanamaker Department store in Philadelphia. Each one was/is special. Each year for about six years I would add a new teddy bear to my growing collection in my closet. How appropriate that they were in my closet.
This morning I read a post from a favorite fellow blogger about his teddy bear obsession. Hey, I'm not alone!
Pictured at the top are some of my Mom's teddy bears. They reside in a basket in her room. My Mom died in September 2010. Even though she is gone, having her teddies in her room on her bed reminds me of her. I always feel good when I open the door to her room and I see their friendly, dusty faces.
Even though my teddies are quite comfortably packed away in boxes (I just don't toss them in the boxes of course), I really should get them out and enjoy them. I was waiting until I cedar lined my closets. Maybe now is the time.
I know once I'm gone, my teddies will be the first to go. Although my teddies are immaculately clean, whoever cleans out my "stuff" no doubt will toss them in the trash. And that my friends would be a sad day that I prefer not to think about today.