My youngest son’s favourite soft toy was a Rupert Bear which
had been passed down to him from one of his older cousins. Rupert wasn’t in the best state, but after a
few repairs, especially to his legs, he went everywhere with Ste. When Ste was 3/4 years of age he got a severe
case of the mumps and was feeling very sorry for himself. Rupert wasn’t very well either, so I
suggested we made a sleeping bag for him out of an old cot cover so he had
somewhere cosy to recuperate. This then started a turn of events, started by
me, I think, involving Rupert. Each
Christmas for the next few years Ste/Rupert would expect a present from Father
Christmas, so I would make an item of clothing ranging from a jumper, pyjamas,
and hat a scarf and wrap it up. One year
Rupert got a backpack (this was actually a key ring, but it did the job
perfectly) in which was kept a little teddy I made out of felt and a tiny brush
and comb.
When I think about Rupert all these years later, it brings a
smile to my face. I still have Rupert,
sleeping bag and clothes tucked safely in a cupboard and perhaps oneday Ste
might ask where he is.
Jen Mawson
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