Bears Teddy and all the others

As the picture will indicate I love bears not just teddy bears but real ones also. Growing up everyone knew this. So I would recieve bears in other shape, size or color for whatever special occasion. This a love because now I look at my collections (which friends tease me about) and everyone comes with a story. At one time everyone came with a name too but that has gone by the wayside as I have so many honestly I forget all their names. But the special ones, like rooseabell (19 year old bear) who has gone everywhere with me since I was 16, or ipswich and peabody my mother bought for me in Massachuettes named for two towns on the North shore of Boston. Or Wenceslas my sister had made for me in England and came with a passport and two outfits one summer and one winter. which get changed religiously when needed. Or my little oatmeal bear my mother I bought in a speciality store in Maplewood, NJ. The shop owner was so concerned the bear would be finding a good home. My mom said "do not worry she could not find a better home then with my daughter" To this day my oatmeal bear and her blanket are together in a place of honor. Everytime I look at it I remember that day when we brought her home. These little memories help me to feel closer to my family when the longing for my family becomes overwhelming. As this makes me feel closer to them and remember times when I was younger.