Saturday, April 11, 2009

Family Reunion


Yesterday I was looking for a piece of photo gear and went into a large camera bag I hadn't checked since the move. The piece I needed was in there all right, but so was an old friend that I hadn't seen in a while.

Teddy is actually older than I am, having been bought for me before I was born by an aunt. Over the years I experimented with names for him, but he was always best as just "Teddy."

He suffered a severe case of hair loss when I was about three and we visited the clinic where my mother worked as a nurse. A little boy there was being treated for impetigo and he snatched Teddy out of my arms and gave him a big hug. The head nurse grabbed Teddy and put him into the sterilizer. Poor Teddy!

I wish he could talk. What memories we could share together.

3 comments:

Brigid said...

I have a stuffed rabbit like that. Former easter bunny, not a completely bald, broken eared, one eyed bit of the past. I'll have him til I'm gone, I bet.

Miz Minka said...

I still have my floppy eared puppy; he's a little dingy but otherwise whole. A little bit like me at almost 47; I think we've held up rather well. :)

The Hermit said...

I never had a stuffed toy. Clearly you are secure in your masculinity to reveal his existence. I notice it is a big hit with the women, though. I'll have to give inventing one some thought! :-)