To a bear-y bright future
Aug. 31st, 2005 08:41 amI was the first born. Mom was working for an importer in New York City and quit to have me. Her boss was a guy from India who's name no one could pronounce so he called himself James. On Mom's last day, he presented her with a teddy bear named James.
Today James lives on the new window seat. Last night I was packing up the latest new teddies for delivery and thought they should get a goodbye photo with James. In the mid 70's I had a dog who, apparently had a dispute with James that didn't end well. Max tore James' nose off. I had to do reconstructive surgery. Sometime later, James lost both eyes. I replaced them, however, sometime in the last decade he lost his transplants. It's ok, he's seen it all before anyway.
geordie made a wonderful comment to one of my earlier entries about the new teddies. He noted that maybe someday years from now, some adult will look at one of my teddies and remember a time when that teddy was a bright spot in an otherwise really bad time. I could not possibly hope for a life better than that for each new one I make.
Today James lives on the new window seat. Last night I was packing up the latest new teddies for delivery and thought they should get a goodbye photo with James. In the mid 70's I had a dog who, apparently had a dispute with James that didn't end well. Max tore James' nose off. I had to do reconstructive surgery. Sometime later, James lost both eyes. I replaced them, however, sometime in the last decade he lost his transplants. It's ok, he's seen it all before anyway.
