Daddy Steve: Sasha and Teddy are enjoying some tea and friendly conversation. These two need no introductions; they've known each other for ages. Sasha, of course, is my childhood Gregor doll -- the charter member of the Gregoropolis gang. Teddy, however, is even older. He belonged to my mom when she was a little girl. Later on he was passed to me.
Saturday, July 10, 2021
Sasha: Shall I be mother?
Teddy: Yes, please. Do you have any honey?
My mom with Teddy, around 1949. I believe the overalls that he's wearing were original to him.
Me with Teddy in 1966. By this time he had acquired the Phillips 66 outfit, made by my grandmother.
When I was little, I decided that Teddy should have a sweater. Even bears can get chilly! So, my grandmother crocheted this green one.
Teddy: I think I look very stylish.
Considering that he's over seventy years old, he's in pretty good shape. His fur is a little worn down in some places, and he's had a number of red felt tongues replaced.
As a child, I always called him Corduroy after the popular children's' book published in the late 1960s. It recently occurred to me that my mom obviously had a different name for him, but I have no idea what it was. If you try to ask Teddy, he just changes the subject.
Teddy bears can be secretive, and I suppose he must feel that it was a very personal detail between him and a little girl a long, long time ago. So for now, we just call him Teddy.
Teddy: I've got all of my buttons!
Sasha: Indeed you do, my friend.