According to several websites, including history.com, today marks the 110th anniversary of the teddy bear going on sale. The event took place in 1903, when a toymaker named Morris Michtom put a couple of stuffed bears his wife made in his store window. He apparently received permission from President Theodore Roosevelt to use his nickname for the stuffed animals, and so called them "Teddy's bears".
It was fun reading the history behind Teddy's actual bear hunt and the subsequent political cartoons that inspired the toymaker. A lot of theories and facts thrown around. I guess it's not very important to me whether every detail is perfect in the story, I just like the story. And I like Teddy bears.
Another sweet bear & baby from my husband
Oddly, I grew up not having one. I had a stuffed monkey (named 'Money', how weird is that for a little kid?), and now that I think about it my kids didn't have one either. My son had a duck (named 'Dilly') and my daughter had a stuffed dragon that my mom crocheted (actually for me, way back when I was a teenager). The dragon's name is 'Sneaky' and I wish I could put a picture on here of him, but he lives in East Lansing with my daughter, who is attending Law School and is too busy today to get a pic for me. Maybe next month.
My hug bear from son Paul
I do own three 'Teddy bears' now. Two were gifts from my husband that came with some beautiful jewelry, but my favorite stuffed bear came from my son, Paul, when he moved off to college. Paul likes to tease me about how much I hug everyone and 'complains' about how many hugs I need in a day. He gave me the bear so, even with an empty nest, I'd still have someone to hug.
My son Paul (and his lovely wife Leslie) also gave me my most favorite huggable 'bear' of all time. Her name is Hannah and the picture below was taken by her mama (in Minot, North Dakota) on Valentine's Day 2013. ~ Holly