Oh my gosh... the photo of you with your Edward... Is that a big blond Steiff teddy bear, the one that mooed when you tipped him back? He looks just like my very own Teddy, my birthday present at age 3. I still have him.
So funny - Edward only ever growled once, not sure if he is a Steiff. From a British grandmother. He has orange glass eyes and he's filled with actual straw. I absolutely still have/love him!
Ah, recalling more innocent times. This reminds me of when I used to run and jump onto my bed because I was afraid to leave my feet dangling or anywhere near the 'under the bed' part, for fear of monsters or anything, really, grabbing my ankles.
And when I used to stare at my headboard woodgrain and imagine seeing this or that. Walls could do that too, come alive under what seemed like hours of staring. How we cultivated our imaginations during our childhoods, Sue! xo
Memories of my grandfather's home above the Funeral Directing business. I was always scared of the space below. The stairs down, the garage with hearses, a small viewing chapel and empty coffins on display. Brrrrr....
Oh my gosh... the photo of you with your Edward... Is that a big blond Steiff teddy bear, the one that mooed when you tipped him back? He looks just like my very own Teddy, my birthday present at age 3. I still have him.
Love this post!
also-- I remember those light switches, and exactly how they felt when you switched them on and off...
So funny - Edward only ever growled once, not sure if he is a Steiff. From a British grandmother. He has orange glass eyes and he's filled with actual straw. I absolutely still have/love him!
Ah, recalling more innocent times. This reminds me of when I used to run and jump onto my bed because I was afraid to leave my feet dangling or anywhere near the 'under the bed' part, for fear of monsters or anything, really, grabbing my ankles.
And when I used to stare at my headboard woodgrain and imagine seeing this or that. Walls could do that too, come alive under what seemed like hours of staring. How we cultivated our imaginations during our childhoods, Sue! xo
Memories of my grandfather's home above the Funeral Directing business. I was always scared of the space below. The stairs down, the garage with hearses, a small viewing chapel and empty coffins on display. Brrrrr....
No wonder you were scared, Prue!
Not at all sure I could deal with that now lol! Hope you're feeling better and brighter each day xo
Loved the story, although it brought memories of fear in my grandmothers house, it was a brother that scared me not the light switch.
I hear you! My eldest bro used to draw tiny, terrifying faces on the doorbell and then invite/dare me to go outside and ring it LOL!
I was, extremely easily frightened.
Thank you for sharing this, Janet <3
What a great story!
Look at little Sue! A “wee dote” as my mother would say!