From Sondra... (Thanks for sharing <3)
When I was about 5 years old my family moved from an apartment to a new house in Glendale California. Family was my Grandma and Grandpa. My neighborhood pals got together and gave me an old, grungy, teddy bear as a going away present. I loved that bear. Because he wasn't dressed, somewhere along the line I put yarn "buttons down his front. My grandmother thought this was a terrible bear so she bought me a brand new white bear most likely a Knickerbocker. He was pretty but was no match for "old teddy". So, the new bear, he was never named, sat on a shelf and "old teddy" remained my true friend. Fast forward. Fast forward about 17-18 years. My grandfather had passed on, my Grandmother and I had moved in with my aunt until my wedding which was a year away. "Old Teddy" came along. Dave and I were married and when we returned, and we went to visit my Grandmother, one of the first things I asked was "Where is "Old Teddy". Oh, she replied, I threw him out, the dog got him, chewed hem up and I threw him out. "Old Teddy" should have accompanied us on our honeymoon! He would still be around after 54 years. Oh yes, the white bear is still with us. Except for years and years of dust, it is still as new as the day it came to live with me.
