November 17, 2010 Teddy bears have been a favorite cuddly toy for a long, long time. My oldest brother Floyd was born in 1904, and soon after, Grandma and Grandpa Miller gave him a teddy bear for Christmas. I have always wondered if it was one of the original bears created to honor President Teddy Roosevelt. By now he shows much TLC.
When it was time to leave my dear Memory Maples Farm, I knew I had to part with many of my precious belongings. I gave Teddy to Floyd's granddaughter Martha, along with his basket. It had been my mother's lunch basket while attending a one-room school south of Dryden.
By the time I got to play with Teddy his fur was pretty well worn but his little eyes were still bright and shiny. If I looked into them long enough, I swear they seemed like they were going to hypnotize me--weird, to say the least. Mom made him a little bloomer play suit and he took his place among my thirteen dolls, including my mother's doll Rosalie. Each night all thirteen slept with me and I rotated them so each had a turn sleeping next to me.
Mom had another doll that I tucked into my cedar chest for safe-keeping. I had forgotten what Mom had named her, so I named her Anna Jane for Mom. Daughter-in-law Lynda told me of the doll hospital in Berkley, and we took her there, where her body was patched and she got a new wig. In the meantime, Lynda's mother mended her dress.
Anna Jane, Daisy Dog and I will hopefully be back home soon. Thanks to everyone for their kind wishes while I've been in the hospital.
Gertie Brooks is a lifelong Almont area resident. A 'farm girl,' Gertie is the premier historian for the Almont area, and frequently offers her memories and first-hand accounts in her 'Country Cousin' columns.