Not just any teddy bear, Theodore.
My mother was the oldest of three daughters born to James Oscar a/k/a J.O. and Nina Dennis. The three little girls' favorite activity was playing house as is many children. The three children imitated the happy home life in which they lived with a Mother, Father and three daughters. There was only one minor problem, all they owned were girl dolls. For three imagined children that was easily remedied, Theodore, my mother's teddy bear became Father. Theodore was perfect, not only was he big and strong but he also had hair like their father.
Okay, you may think that a bit far fetched but wait and I'll explain.
My mother was fascinated with her father's daily process of shaving so it was only natural that Theodore must also shave. Over the years Theodore was shaved many many times and he looks it. Below is a picture of Theodore. There is nothing like a ragged toy that reflects the love a child has bestowed upon it.
There is a rip and a tear
In my teddy bear
Love pours out of him everywhere.
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