tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31402520.post6012672366809947912..comments2023-10-24T04:43:53.179-04:00Comments on KGMom Musings: Teddy on the turnpikeKGMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05165941950953938943noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31402520.post-48064368014019490572008-02-21T21:22:00.000-05:002008-02-21T21:22:00.000-05:00and it's not like you can stop and pick it up on t...and it's not like you can stop and pick it up on the turnpike! Awww, thanks for sharing your memories with us!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31402520.post-84389102472699451182008-02-21T21:10:00.000-05:002008-02-21T21:10:00.000-05:00My youngest daughter lost a little toy dog she cal...My youngest daughter lost a little toy dog she called "Lucky" when she was about four. A young boy found it in the playground and claimed it. I remember giving him $2 to get it back. I believe "Lucky" is still in the closet.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15892804871759397018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31402520.post-48070537659754180312008-02-21T11:03:00.000-05:002008-02-21T11:03:00.000-05:00Ouch, Donna. That picture of you is so precious. ...Ouch, Donna. That picture of you is so precious. Truly precious.<BR/><BR/>I have no memory of a missing doll or bear, but . . . there's an ache in my heart for that white kitten . . .<BR/><BR/>You've touched a chord here.Cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00548755592157386484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31402520.post-72296226311018002352008-02-21T10:11:00.000-05:002008-02-21T10:11:00.000-05:00Jersey Walls--now I learned those concrete divider...Jersey Walls--now I learned those concrete dividers actually have a name! Thanks, Donna.RuthieJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11663411478574192825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31402520.post-28682659237755367312008-02-20T23:46:00.000-05:002008-02-20T23:46:00.000-05:00I had an Eskimo doll my uncle brought me from Alas...I had an Eskimo doll my uncle brought me from Alaska.<BR/><BR/>When I was in the hospital with polio it was my comfort toy as my mother could only come to see me once a week. It finally disappeared but I still remember it fondly.Tossing Pebbles in the Streamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04354065895900279070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31402520.post-10370994749651664092008-02-20T23:11:00.000-05:002008-02-20T23:11:00.000-05:00I think I remember a story about a bonnie over the...I think I remember a story about a bonnie over the ocean -- from the QE tp the ocean off your head? I don't know the story properly, but it's somewhere there in my memory.Climenheisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01989459133238230712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31402520.post-84495021626730817092008-02-20T11:31:00.000-05:002008-02-20T11:31:00.000-05:00I don't have a lost Teddy story, but I do have Lov...I don't have a lost Teddy story, but I do have Loved Bunny story. When I was little a couple who went to my Dad's church gave me a yellow and pink bunny. Bunny became my favorite stuffed animal and I loved him very much. I loved most of his plush off. And, somehow the wires that made his ears stand up disappeared. When my daughter was about three she inherited Bunny. My Dad, her Grampa, died when she was six. At the funeral she used Bunny's limp cloth ears to wipe her tears away. She still has Bunny.NE/MEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10383398994274488964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31402520.post-30798592630319133732008-02-20T09:33:00.000-05:002008-02-20T09:33:00.000-05:00Thanks for p.s. on picture. I did picture you ris...Thanks for p.s. on picture. I did picture you risking life and limb to give us a visual on this.<BR/><BR/>My daughter had a teddy bear we bought at 7-11. Oddly, it became her favorite. She didn't take it to college, but requested I mail it to her. Heven only knows where 'Teddy' is now, but he/she never arrived in St. Louis. I fear I put the wrong zip code on it. Daughter did forgive me.<BR/><BR/>My favorite doll Linda ultimately developed so many rents in her skin, we had to abandon her body. My mother made a taffeta ruff for her head, and I have her still. How bizarre. "I ain't got no body to depend on" sings Linda.denverdochttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09574453567392165275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31402520.post-16993474873894828312008-02-20T08:28:00.000-05:002008-02-20T08:28:00.000-05:00The way you held that doll and the look on your fa...The way you held that doll and the look on your face shows a real attachment. I wonder if you latched on to another doll after your loss.<BR/><BR/>I don't remember being attached to anything in particular but I do remember being attached to plastic, toy clothespins. You can laugh. I carried them everywhere with me in my pockets and remember my Mom giving me some things to hang dry on my toy clothesline. I still have one of them and keep it in my jewelry box. Weird, I know.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02040099513110890878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31402520.post-356668623410697162008-02-19T23:51:00.000-05:002008-02-19T23:51:00.000-05:00I didn't lose a toy but I gave my doll carriage aw...I didn't lose a toy but I gave my doll carriage away to a friend when we moved - I was 10 years of age - I still think about the carriage.JeanMachttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com