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Bear comfort

February 7, 2013 Leave a comment
Whitey bear - notice the nose squashed from much hugging

Whitey bear – notice the nose squashed from much hugging

When I was small, I had 2 stuffed dogs which I loved dearly.

I say stuffed, but both of them – and one in particular – had been so squeezed that most of the stuffing was gone.

I also had a teddy bear, called Whitey Bear on account of his being white (or yellowy white after his shampoo when I was sick all over him).

When my dogs went the way of all flesh, Whitey Bear lived on.

He went on display at the Cambridge Folk Museum in an exhibition of teddy bears.

He’s the only soft toy to survive from my childhood and he has the same function as he always did.

I wonder what it is about bears that makes them so special when there are other animals to choose from?

Is it because of the bear hug they seem to be offering?

A very recent BBC News article examines the appeal of bears, toy and otherwise.

Knut, the famous polar bear cub

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A hot water bottle

January 29, 2013 12 comments
Hot water bottle inside a furry cover

Hot water bottle inside a furry cover

Clive’s lymphatic fever has thankfully gone, but he’s still feeling cold at night so I’ve been getting him a hot water bottle.

Every time I do so, I find myself flooded with sensory recollections.

When we used to arrive at our holiday home in the winter as children, my mother used to prepare us each a ‘hottie’ as we called them. Other times as well, but it’s from those nights that I remember them best.

First there was the drill-like noise of water pouring from the kettle into the bottle, and the comforting smell of hot rubber.

Then a tiny clucking, gurgling sound as she squeezed the bottle to exclude the air.

I nursed my hottie all the way up the stairs.

It went into the bed before I did, creating a welcome warm patch.

I clutched it as a lifesaver before finally pushing it into the freezing depths of my bed with my feet, to lead the way.

In the morning it was useless; quite cold. But I woke up feeling as if I’d arrived in heaven.