Hello everyone
My name is SnOwY bEaR.
I am a 40 something year old, fairly battered yet well loved teddy bear who has not had a bath in years ( I do recall however, having a rub over with a soft damp cloth once or twice though over years).
I started life in Liverpool in the early 60s. I don't know who my parent's/ maker's where, I do have a feeling it may have been Mr & Mrs Woolworth based at Penny Lane, Liverpool.
I count myself so very lucky living it large in the swinging 60s with the Beatles and all.
My human (who we bears, refer to as 'cuddler') took me to see the 'Fab 4' pass by on an open top bus. My 'cuddler' waved me so hard as they passed by that it is no wonder in later life my right arm had to be stitched back on.
Suddenly, with out any warning, we were living by the sea side which was a great decision by my 'cuddlers cuddlers'. Sea, sand and sunshine.
One day when my 'cuddler' came back to visit Liverpool she left me on the bus. She managed to get all the way back to the sea side before she realised I was missing (she has always been gloriously dozey!). I can't blame her though as she was only knee high to a grasshopper then.
Thankfully I didn’t witness this embarrassing scene but apparently she screamed and created and sobbed for hours .
It was in those days that when people found things they took them to 'Lost Property' (not just drive over them or throw them in a bin)... anyway I was found. I was handed in to Hatton Gardens (the main bus company place for lost and found everythings including, thankfully me a lost bear).
I was given tea & toast with lashing of marmalade. I felt like my hero Paddington Bear. 'Please look after this bear' I remember thinking and my word look after me they did.
When my 'cuddler' came for me next day, she had to give a full description of me... well they wouldn't want me to be put in the hands of a ne'er do well...
The man behind the counter asked some questions (aww bless my 'cuddler' she was only 3 years old)... she answered ‘he is a snowy white bear, his name is snowy & I love him very much’
Yes I was indeed snowy white back then and very handsome too ... strange how us bears grow darker with age when our 'cuddlers' grow snowier??
Gosh I so remember being lifted above the counter by a pair of harsh yet gentle hands and seeing that big smile from my 'cuddler'. I was hugged and cuddled so much I thought all my stuffing would burst out of my ears.
As much as the chaps at the bus station lost and found gave me great board & lodgings (we played stud poker, drank dirty beer and watch late night movies) I was sooooo pleased to go home & we have never been separated since ........ I have had lots more adventured with my 'cuddler' over the 40 odd years & I will tell you more about it soon......
you know I and my fellow bears here (Busy and Grumpy) would so love to hear your stories ...just drop me or them an email ... speak to you all very soon
Love
sNoWy BeAr x
:-)
My name is SnOwY bEaR.
I am a 40 something year old, fairly battered yet well loved teddy bear who has not had a bath in years ( I do recall however, having a rub over with a soft damp cloth once or twice though over years).
I started life in Liverpool in the early 60s. I don't know who my parent's/ maker's where, I do have a feeling it may have been Mr & Mrs Woolworth based at Penny Lane, Liverpool.
I count myself so very lucky living it large in the swinging 60s with the Beatles and all.
My human (who we bears, refer to as 'cuddler') took me to see the 'Fab 4' pass by on an open top bus. My 'cuddler' waved me so hard as they passed by that it is no wonder in later life my right arm had to be stitched back on.
One day when my 'cuddler' came back to visit Liverpool she left me on the bus. She managed to get all the way back to the sea side before she realised I was missing (she has always been gloriously dozey!). I can't blame her though as she was only knee high to a grasshopper then.
Thankfully I didn’t witness this embarrassing scene but apparently she screamed and created and sobbed for hours .
It was in those days that when people found things they took them to 'Lost Property' (not just drive over them or throw them in a bin)... anyway I was found. I was handed in to Hatton Gardens (the main bus company place for lost and found everythings including, thankfully me a lost bear).
I was given tea & toast with lashing of marmalade. I felt like my hero Paddington Bear. 'Please look after this bear' I remember thinking and my word look after me they did.
When my 'cuddler' came for me next day, she had to give a full description of me... well they wouldn't want me to be put in the hands of a ne'er do well...
The man behind the counter asked some questions (aww bless my 'cuddler' she was only 3 years old)... she answered ‘he is a snowy white bear, his name is snowy & I love him very much’
Yes I was indeed snowy white back then and very handsome too ... strange how us bears grow darker with age when our 'cuddlers' grow snowier??
Gosh I so remember being lifted above the counter by a pair of harsh yet gentle hands and seeing that big smile from my 'cuddler'. I was hugged and cuddled so much I thought all my stuffing would burst out of my ears.
As much as the chaps at the bus station lost and found gave me great board & lodgings (we played stud poker, drank dirty beer and watch late night movies) I was sooooo pleased to go home & we have never been separated since ........ I have had lots more adventured with my 'cuddler' over the 40 odd years & I will tell you more about it soon......
you know I and my fellow bears here (Busy and Grumpy) would so love to hear your stories ...just drop me or them an email ... speak to you all very soon
Love
sNoWy BeAr x
:-)
