What was your teddy bear's name when you were a kid?

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Mine was Honey Bear. I had surgury on my ear drums when I was four, and I didn’t have a bear so I borrowed my brother’s. My aunt felt bad and gave me Honey (who was, inexplicably, a boy), who was sort of light tan and wore a red sweater with a hoodie. He had a brown leather nose and always looked sort of sad, like me. He also had a tag on his butt that had hands clapping and said, “Applause,” which I thought was too cool. His legs were not very stuffed, so he was always in “sitting” position.

The sweater disappeared around 1990, but Honey stayed. he turned gray, and his butt tag ripped apart, and his nose rubbed away to reveal black plastic, but I still loved him. Slept with him whenever I was sad. Sometimes he would hide under the bed for a few days, but he always resurfaced just in time to give me a shoulder to cry on.

I use past tense because last spring break, on a bus back to school, I left him. Yup, I left him tucked in with my favorite pillow and my favorite pillow case. See, I got on the wrong bus and had to leave in a rush, thus abandoning Honey Bear and the pillow in the upper storage part.

I remembered the bus number and called frantically, I harrassed them for weeks, to no avail. The only thing that helps when I think about him is that maybe some kid got a bear he always wanted.

If I think about him in a trash bin somewhere, I cry. So let’s not think about that. :frowning:

I have two pictures of him from right before he bowed out. One is of my bed with him on it, another is from when my boyfriend and I broke up and my best friend walked in to find me crying in bed, under the covers, with Honey, listening to Nat King Cole tell me to “Smile” on repeat.

This has been a long and depressing post and I apologize. I miss Honey a whole lot, obviously.

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The only bear I’ve ever been seriously attatched to was given to me by my grandparents
… when I was 15. Shut up.

His name is Leewood. He’s an L.L. Bean Bear… the L.L. stands for Leon Leonwood… yep.

I sleep with him most every night. Though quietgirl kicks him out of bed when we share one. I guess she’s not as sentimental.

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{{{{Nacho4Sara}}}}

My bear isn’t a bear, it’s a lamb, and she was given to me by my great-aunt when I was born. I called her Doux-Doux (cuz she was so soft). I still have her. She has been on the corner of my bed next to the pillow since I was a kid, and even stays there when my boyfriend stays over (I won’t let him put her off the bed). I would be so sad if I ever lost her. She has been with me through a lot of stuff, and I would say she understands me as much as anyone else, probably more.

Since this year, though, I also have two other bears on my bed. Both are small and don’t really take up room, but they were both given to me by my boyfriend. One is The Little Guy who is a Winne-the-Pooh rip-off we got at a fair, and the other is Eevie, the cutest little rag-bear ever, that he gave me for our six-month anniversary.

And then there’s the random collection of other stuffed animals that sit on the bench in my room and all have various degrees of sentimental value… but I won’t name them all here!

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Leave it to Shirley to come up with a topic that even makes a bitch like me smile…

My first teddy bear was named Roger. I got him as a birthday present and asked my older sister what to name him, and since she had a crush on Roger Taylor from Duran Duran, we named him that. Roger was the coolest, even though my sister and I fought over him constantly. I believe he was wearing some stupid t-shirt when I got him, and I just couldn’t stand it (even now I hate t-shirts with writing on them. Don’t ask), so after a week or so he was naked. He lived at my Mom’s house until the parents retired - I think she gave him to my niece at that point.

Then there was void in my life until a couple of years ago when my cousin gave me a little toy monkey that I named Thelonius. He rules. That’s all I’m going to say about THAT. :slight_smile:

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My mother made mine…

I do not remember not having him (and he is a he), so he must have shown up when I was two or three. He was originally oatmeal colored with a sort of tan colored face - he is more grayish all over now - 20-something years of going through everything in someone else’s life is hard on a bear.

My parents think that his name is “Honey Bear” despite the fact that I’ve always told them that it isn’t. ((I’m pretty sure they got that from Winnie the Pooh, seeing I had a bunch of other Pooh toys. But it isn’t right.)) When I was little, I tried to name him but nothing I thought of was right. And then I realized that it wasn’t up to me to give him a name, that he already had one, and that one day he might tell it to me. He never has, but it doesn’t matter.

And yes, he still sleeps with me.

-amarinth

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I grew up rather attached to a ratty stuffed dog (yellow and brown) that my brother refused to play with as a kid. I named the poor decrepit thing “Flopsy”. It is still kicking around in my old room at my parents home.

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His name is Brisbane.

Wanna make something of it?

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My bear came with his own name sewn on his little striped shirt. It was Biff. I slept with him every night and being quite the macho bear he protected me always from ghosts, monsters and other horribles.[sup]*[/sup] When you pulled his string he would say various brave things. Until, that is, the day my one year old brother turned him into a mute by stomping on him. But I still loved him. He started looking sorta frankenbear-like there after so many years what with the stitches holding his head on. I finally gave him to my little sister because I became “too old” for sleeping with a stuffed toy and he just eventually disappeared after that. Oh, well…
*[sub]I just realized that I really, really wish I had something (someone?) like that now.[/sub]

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I must be some sort of anomoly - I never had a bear or anything that I slept with. Over the years, I’d been given all sorts of stuffed critters - my favorite was Opus. The ones that weren’t given to my younger sisters or assorted cousins would up in my daughter’s collection - which is in a box somewhere.
Gee, maybe this lack of a bear explains some things… hmmmmm…

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Mine wasn’t a bear, it was a badly-handmade baby-blue terrycloth frog named Freddie. One of my great-aunts started to make him when she heard my mom went into labor, and I got him when I was 1 day old. I still have him on the top of my closet. His brass-button eyes are falling off, he’s now a gray-green-blueish color from wear and grime, and he has a permanently pinched-in waist where I used to carry him around, hugging him. I tried to spread some of his stuffing around to fill it in, but it never stays.

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Boom Boom.
I was 14 months old,
Still have the bear.

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I had a stuffed lamb called Lambchop. One day I came home from High School and found that my Mother had given it away because I didn’t play with it anymore. Well, duh, I was 17 friggen years old! My mom is not a sentimental person.

After I had a miscarriage, TinyTot got a smalled stuffed Pokemon, a pink cat called Mew. But we all call it Lovey, and it’s his baby brother because our baby died. Awwww. Anyhoo, Lovey goes everywhere with TinyTot, in a special backpack with a pillow & blankie (he has to go in the backpack because TinyTot feels it is unseemly for a boy his age to tote around a pink kitty). Everynight after I “cutchie cutchie koo, I love you” TinyTot, I have to do the same to Lovey, because I am his mommy. :slight_smile:

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He was all white, so I guess he was a polar teddy bear.

I saw this thread earlier and I started to think about it, because I honestly couldn’t remember right away. At this point what I do remember is this :

I lost him at a playground when I was five. My parents went back even after dark to find him, but he was gone. This was in Oklahoma City . . . Fort Sill (Cill ?). So if anyone in the OK area has seen a white bear . . . nevermind.

The bear sometimes co-hosted a late night (well maybe 9:30) variety show with a brown and white puppy hand puppet named “Ralph”. Sort of a Carson rip-off.

Anyway, at this point I still cannot remember the polar bear’s name. I’m going to end up having to call mom, and she is going to think I am nuts. Actually . . . she likely already knows that.

Truly great thread Sue !

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And I am a truly big jack-ass.

Sorry, Shirley.

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My ted is called Mr. Bear.
His first name is unknown to this date… he is a shady personality you know…

that s him: http://www.horus.com/~steff/home.html

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I just remembered my boyfriends teddybear:
Big Bear.
I found him under my boyfriend s bed and wondered why that lil bear was called “big” bear until I saw a baby photo of boyfriend with bear. Bear much bigger than boyfriend.

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I didn’t have a bear. I had (actually, still have) a green dinosaur my mother made from a bath towel. I was in the hospital on my 6th birthday and, because she was in a rush to finish it before visiting hours, the embroidered eyes-with eyelashes-are crooked. Her name is Emily Brontosaurus.

slackergirl, assuming he is a regular plush bear (no music boxes or other unwashable parts?) you can probably get him cleaned up. First you need to stitch up the tears, or find a friend who sews to help you. If they are along the seams it will be very easy; if there are worn spots in the fabric you will have to patch him. You can find, in craft and sewing stores, curved needles that make sewing a stuffed object possible.

Once he is stitched up, tie him in a pillowcase and wash him in the machine on the gentle cycle. Some white vinegar in the water will help to get rid of the cat smell. Then let him air dry.

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My grandma gave me a bear when I was 6 months old and I still have him. (I’m 27). He’s brown and his music box that plays “Rock-a-bye-baby” still works (although, now it’s a little slow and sounds kinda creepy).

I used to carry him around by biting the left ear. He was really furry but is now bald, except for inside the left ear which is permanently folded over from being clenched between my teeth. His legs are dangling by threads and he is covered in mulitcolored patches (courtesy of mom and grandma), including a heart-shaped one on his bottom. He is sitting on a shelf in my old room at my parent’s house.

And, I never named him. I always just called him, “my teddy bear”. One time, I had surgery on my nose and he stayed overnight at the hospital with me. But the next day when I went home, I was doped up on medication and forgot him. So my dad had to call the hospital and they rescued the bear just before he got thrown into the laundry! My dad picked him up from the hospital and made a little nose splint and taped it to the bear’s face so he and I had matching bandages over our noses.

Or is that too much information about a bear with no name?

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His name is Teddy and he is a Koala from Australia. I got him for my first Christmas 37 years ago and I still have him. It was actually meant to be given to me at birth, but I was really premature and my aunt didn’t want to give it to me until they knew I would live. I’ve been told that when I was a baby I would grab onto him and stick his ears or feet into my mouth and gnaw on them. When I was a bit older I would take him into the bathtub with me. He did fall in a few times and I was always anxious when he was being dried. I would have been sooo upset if something had happened to him. He still has a treasured spot in my room even though he has no fur on his ears, and feet and he has lost an eye along the way.

Keith

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My bear is Charity Bear. He’s a white polar bear, so called because he was originally purchased from The Bay and the proceeds given to charity. I won him in first grade in a sort of class raffle and have had him ever since. I used to use him as a pillow - the only pillow I used until I was about fifteen. He has a little red bow tie that’s hanging by a thread, and he’s grey and dingy from a decade or so of faithful service. But I’m not going to clean him because he just wouldn’t be the same if he was all white and fluffy. He’s a well-loved bear and bears the marks of his service with pride. He is currently enjoying an honourable retirement in a specially-constructed section of my bookcase, a retirement from which he was recalled when I get really depressed.

I love Charity Bear. Probably the most faithful friend I’ve ever had, if you want to know.