Wednesday, 4 March 2009

Bare Bear

My Bare Bear has been with me since I was tiny. When I was 3 I threw him in the copper when Mum was doing the washing (can you imagine - three babies under three and doing the washing in a copper under trees. Before we got electricity in the Mallee...). All his lovely soft fur fell out. And when I had my tonsils out at 7 I cut him open and took out his growly bit. He is a bit worse for wear, but he has had a lovely long life. And he knows lots about me that nobody else does.
I love my Bare Bear.

4 comments:

Clare said...

The things we did to our toys when we were kids. If we saw our kids doing the same thing we would have gone ballistic!

KaiteM. said...

what a lovely old bare bear, poor fellow losing his growly bit. I have a 59 yo cat, in similar state of disrepair. Used to use him to climb out of my cot! Thanks for your comments on Mum's strawberry quilt. cheers, Kt.

lisette said...

he's gorgeous, jas - and so loved looking :) my mum had 3 kids under 4 and did all her washing in the copper - i remember her stirring the washing with the copper stick and the great day when the hoover twin tub arrived..... and this was in metro melbourne in the 60s.

AnnieO said...

Hi Jas! A Quiltbuddy commenting----
My dad has adopted a bear and it goes geocaching with him. Yesterday they went to the California desert and looked at Stealth planes and early jets, since my dad is nuts about jets.

I am enjoying your blog--but then, I already knew you were a great writer/quilter!