tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875529476113835592.post4618581705755009029..comments2024-01-12T19:09:03.990+10:00Comments on That Moment in Time: CHILDHOOD DREAMSCrissoulihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10148084999701286044noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875529476113835592.post-67891268483675905202013-01-27T00:47:53.075+10:002013-01-27T00:47:53.075+10:00What a lovely thing to say, Catherine, thank you. ...What a lovely thing to say, Catherine, thank you. I adore children and appreciate how often their own feelings get put aside in this busy world of ours... We all need a special friend, whatever form it takes.Crissoulihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10148084999701286044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875529476113835592.post-40089921489380175772013-01-26T23:15:48.668+10:002013-01-26T23:15:48.668+10:00Oh yes... and the child will pick the favoured one...Oh yes... and the child will pick the favoured one which "speaks" to them :-) ... Oh, I do think that you've got more than just a touch of the Irish "un-wordliness" about you Chris... so wonderful!!! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875529476113835592.post-51987824231525077872013-01-22T08:42:34.626+10:002013-01-22T08:42:34.626+10:00Don't be sorry, Catherine... 'rabbiting on...Don't be sorry, Catherine... 'rabbiting on' is perfectly welcome here... I thought when I posted this, that there must be numerous stories out there and memories to be rediscovered. How fortunate are we to have had such great companions through our childhood and beyond. Our little friends become part of our lives, they know all our secrets, all our joys, all our pain and best of all, they ask nothing... just to be loved. <br /><br />Every newborn always receives a soft toy from me, sometimes a teddy, sometimes a soft toy that catches my eye and begs to belong to whomever I have in mind, sometimes I make them... for in doing that, I am giving them a refuge, a friend, and hopefully a lifetime of memories as shared here. Crissoulihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10148084999701286044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875529476113835592.post-22633541393855122242013-01-22T05:51:35.753+10:002013-01-22T05:51:35.753+10:00Ohhh... the memories come flooding back. MY Ted g...Ohhh... the memories come flooding back. MY Ted got lost in the hospital when my eldest (aged 18 mths) was getting stitched up and then had to spend a week there. My daughter's "bear" which went everywhere was "darned" all over, and then the overalls Auntie made to keep his innards in had to be patched. My eldest ringing me from the hospital as his wife was about to give birth to their first born because he just HAD to put "doggie" in the babe's crib... lots of washing, sterilising and drying on my part :-) ... my younger son who couldn't sleep without all his "soft" toys sharing his pillow, not to mention "dog" which finally went home with him Sep 2012 but I'm not ready yet to give up his "big bear" which sat in my big bro's high chair last Christmas Day decked out in my youngest Grandchild's baby's bib and Chrissie cap from 6 years ago.<br />I hold that beautiful story "The Velveteen Rabbit" totally responsible for my strange behaviour and that of my chickadees... ha ha ha. Thanks for bringing back the memories Chris... sorry for "rabbiting on". oopsie...no pun intended!!! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875529476113835592.post-89302698624174368872013-01-21T22:40:22.757+10:002013-01-21T22:40:22.757+10:00Any man that gives cuddly toys is well worth keepi...Any man that gives cuddly toys is well worth keeping... :-) My grandchildren have been inundated with cuddly toys, quite a few from us. They hate to part with any of them and each has their own treasures, especially their pillow pals. I wouldn't mind some of them myself...They can all be great companions. I used to make peg dolls, sometimes rag dolls, and use whatever scraps I could find... cast off clothes were a great source, though I did end up with some strange combinations thinking back.Crissoulihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10148084999701286044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875529476113835592.post-90492622805316364562013-01-21T21:40:54.917+10:002013-01-21T21:40:54.917+10:00A lovely post Chris -I'm so pleased you had pi...A lovely post Chris -I'm so pleased you had pink bunny to sustain and console you. My teddy went to my eldest child and as far as I know she still has it (perhaps languishing in a storage facility in Canberra at present). Mr Cassmob used to give me cuddly toys when we were courting -many have now passed on to another life. I think Daughter #3 had more cuddlies than anyone else I know ;-) Mum said when she was small they only had black fabric to dress their dolls in which is why she now hates black. Cassmob (Pauleen)https://www.blogger.com/profile/18397134336319778519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875529476113835592.post-30497878273669922412013-01-20T08:25:27.011+10:002013-01-20T08:25:27.011+10:00Please do, Jill, Teddys get very lonely when resti...Please do, Jill, Teddys get very lonely when resting in cupboards... they like to come out to play now and then. I had one teddy when I was tiny, but my Mum stored it away till I was older. When she unpacked it, it was moth eaten, so that was the end of Teddy. There were no more Teddys till I turned 40 and a friend started what has become quite a collection... for another significant birthday, I had a Teddy Bear's Picnic... great fun... <br />I still treasure Pink Rabbit though. ;-)Crissoulihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10148084999701286044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6875529476113835592.post-35498365530676761972013-01-20T08:15:33.368+10:002013-01-20T08:15:33.368+10:00What a lovely post, Crissouli. I now have a job -t...What a lovely post, Crissouli. I now have a job -to find my Teddy and naje sure he is ok.GeniAushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09074874999181040071noreply@blogger.com