This is a true story written by my husband. The story is about my mother Alice (Great Grandma) and Taylor (Grand baby) when she young. Taylor had a stuffed animal that she carried with her all the time. It was actually a cow called “Mooey”. For simplicity purposes, we called it a teddy bear. Enjoy!
Great Grandma was taking her nearly two-year old great Grand Baby, our “Grand Baby”, to the Laundromat. Grand baby had her favorite teddy bear with her, THE teddy bear. No other teddy bear or toy, or form of comfort would do when Grand Baby was crying or sad, only this, exact, teddy. So this teddy went everywhere with Grand Baby: in the crib, out of the crib, in the high chair, out of the high chair. Teddy was Grand Baby’s nearly constant companion: inside and outside, dragged behind on floors, sidewalks, and parking lots, in cars and out of cars, on lawns, in shopping carts, everywhere. Teddy started out white and yellow and had developed a deep (and lovely to Grand Baby), gray patina, like that of a dust mop. Teddy was covered from the top of her frazzled head to the bottom of her frayed feet with nearly two years of love and grime. Grand Baby was not selfish about Teddy, she was generous. Grand Baby would offer her precious, precious Teddy to you: as a sign of trust, as a gesture of affection, or just to hold. It might be your honor to hold Teddy for Grand Baby at those times when Grand Baby’s own little arms were too tired to hold her dear Teddy, anymore… though… you might have to give Teddy back immediately if, filled with second thoughts, Grand Baby stretched a single arm back out at you..