When I asked my husband the name of the bear, he said he never named it. He just called it "bear". But that bear was the most special thing he had. The sad thing is that one day, when my husband was just a little boy, he cut the fringe off of his mother's bedspread (can't remember why) and this bedspread was probably handmade.
So his mother cut the ears off of his favorite bear (I still cringe at the thought!). And that was probably the first major heartbreak of his life.
Later his mother patched up the ears as you see here and on through the years, she just kept patching the parts that wore out.
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