General Chat

Teddy is somewhere in the loft. OH's Teddy still lives at his parents house, on their spare bed! Both are 'fred-bear' and filled with sawdust. What with the filling and detachable eyes, they probably wouldn't be allowed anywhere near the next generation!!

Actually, I do have a 'safe' doll. Its made of a blue velvet type cloth with a sewn on face. They may find that acceptable ;-)

I do remember having a teddy, which I had to share with my brother. :-(

Alas, it disappeared many years ago :-(

My Teddy was brought by Santa for my first Christmas (1953) and he, too, is stuffed with straw and is threadbare.

He has eyes that are on vicious spikes and has had his straw taken out so he could be washed a few times.

I also had a knitted golly which I called Ann. I had to throw that away a few years ago when it became moth eaten.

Also, I had two other teddies, little ones, one of which was a handmade brown one called Oaktree (seemed like a good idea at the time I suppose).

The other was a yellow one, called Yellowy, and it had held a ball which I didn't like so I picked the stitches out and got rid of the ball.

I'm pleased that some of you saw the joke, but I'm also pleased that what started out as an attempt at humour, has actually developed into a very interesting thread :-D :-D :-D

Just to add my own serious comment, my son, who turned 39 this year still has a 'Sooty' hand puppet that we bought for him when he was two :-)

One day in the future, if I want to embarrass him, I'll ask his partner if he still sleeps with it :-D :-D :-D :-D

I still have my Butlers fluffy teddy
Mind after 61 years he is more

baldly teddy :-D :-D :-D

Allan, some of us know that joke, like Sharron, but you have certainly started an interesting thread.

I had a teddy bear and when I married and had a son it became his, but one day when he was about 4 y.o. he was outside playing with a mate and he lost my teddy. :-( I tried searching but couldnt find him. I am still grieving for him, even though my son is now 51 years older. I also appear to have had another soft toy. I can see it in a photo, not sure what animal it was. And I was given a doll with jointed arms and legs and long hair. Mum made a purple dress for her so I called her Violet. One day my older sister decided we should play hairdressers. I was very upset when I realised her long hair would not grow back.

Going off the subject of Teddies I have a Trainning chair that my g grandfather made for my granny and her siblings and has been passed down to my dad and his sibling and to cousins. I passed it on to my eldest daughter but her youngest poked holes in the horse filled seat I was really angry took home and had it restored and its stayed with me ever since :-( :-D

I had a new teddy bear .................... but he was stuffed with straw. He growled when you tipped his body from front to back

I loved him so much, and he became more and more threadbare .............. and the straw started to poke out through holes. His growl also stopped working.

I didn't take him to uni with me, and then left him behind when I married and moved over here ..........

I found him when I was clearing the house after my Dad died in 1971, and made the decision to leave him behind, and let him be sent to a jumble sale ............... the straw stuffing was the problem :-(

I had a old teddy that was handed down from my uncle, then my sister, then my brother and then me. He had no fur, no eyes but Mum put felt ones on :-D I don't remember him being very soft oh he had no name. Just Teddy.
Then when I was about 13 our loveable dog tear him to pieces and ate the evidence :-( I came home from school and Teddy was gone and all that was left was a piece of fuff under the dining room table. :-| The dog then had the nerve to grin about it, :-P like he did a good deed.

There are a few pictures of me holding dog. Even now I miss him :-( :-(

:-( :-( :-( Maggie, that is so sad

*sob*
I never had a bear, I had a knitted daschund.
I had him from birth, and loved him.
I (apparently) loved him so much, I wore patches in him.
I went to bed with a 'whole' daschund, and woke up to find he had a darn.
I thought that was because I cuddled him too hard.
This happened quite a lot.

We moved from place to place, dog always can with me.
When I went into hospital, he (and my favorite pyjamas) came with me.
For the 6 months I was in that hospital, he was my only friend, my comforter.
I thought the hospital was doing dog good too - despite constant cuddling, he never developed holes and never needed darning.

Eventually, I was allowed out of that hospital. I'd spent 6 months incarcerated in a room alone. 'Never mind, I thought, dog will be there to help me'.


No he wouldn't. He, and my favorite pyjamas wouldn't be coming home with me.
The hospital was an isolation hospital.
A very sad, teary-eyed 6 year old left her best friend for ever.

About 5 years ago, I found out why/how he developed holes.
My elder brothers used him for 'drop kick' practice.
That's also how my favorite doll came to be 'sewn' together with wire!! :-|

Ouch Allan!!! :-D

My bear was passed down to daughter, then son and now lives in the spare bedroom of son's house having been passed down to grandson then granddaughter.

I didn't ;-) :-D :-D :-D :-D

Yes Allan.

The old ones are always the best.

It looks like the other heathen lot on here didn't go to Sunday School.

My Fred is 58 now and definitely looking very shabby but he still sits on my dressing table.

still got mine - he's 79 years old!! and had the honour of being in an exhibition in the museum in Cardiff along with a photo of me with him in my doll's pram - he's sitting across the room from me as we speak - very threadbare but so loved. There was a dog breeding kennels opposite our cottage when I was little and they bred dachshunds, so everything they did to the dogs I did to Ted - that's why he got rather messed up :-D

Yes still got mine in the word robe very thread bear

Never be parted from your bear he is your oldest and most trustworthy friend. Mine is still in good nick with a complete set of ears, eyes and button.

I still have my bear which I have had since I was a baby.

He looks awful....lolol but I could never throw him away, too many connections to Mum, Dad, 3 brothers and my sister, all deceased. It's like he is the embodiment of happy times.

I hope eldest daughter will keep him when I have popped my clogs :-D