This post is inspired by Mark Nixon – he has just released a book of portraits of 65 ‘much loved’ teddies along with their story (you can see a selection of them here). So I thought I would do my own small story of my childhood teddy called Nor.
Nor was originally my Mam’s teddy. My Dad bought him for her when they were just 18, and that’s how he got his name – my Dad’s name (Ron) backwards. They got him from a motorway service station all because my Mam wanted him as he had a crooked face! (I’m guessing this is why I’ve always loved the teddies that weren’t quite perfect.)
Fast forward a few years and he became my brother’s teddy, and a few years later he became mine and has remained with me ever since.
Nor has pretty much travelled all over. When I was younger he would come on holidays with us, and even as an adult he got to backpack through Australia for three months with me.
He’s a little tatty now, and doesn’t have that much stuffing left, or a nose, but his face still does the same old smile that I’ve always loved. But I think the best part about him is that he’s special to my parents too.
I’d love to know if anyone else still has their childhood teddy!