This is Tigee, (pronounced tiegee), a very precious friend who's been with me since the day I was born. Yes, I'm forty...., but some things are so precious, I just can't let go of them no matter how old and beat up they look. Tigee is one of those things. My late father bought Tigee for me from the gift shop in the hospital in which I was born.
Here's something else precious: A photo of my late uncle standing up. There's Tigee behind him, to the left. I've got no memory of my uncle standing up or walking, because he was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis not long after this photo was taken.
Here I am, and there's Tigee! I think he looks pretty darned good these days for a forty.... year-old, well-traveled stuffed animal. He's got a place of honor in my bedroom in a place the girls can't get to, or at least I think they can't. He keeps company with my circa 2001 reproduction of the late Shari Lewis' lamb, Lamb Chop.
Ah, childhood memories. So dear. So precious.
Oh what precious...and heartbreaking...memories.
ReplyDeleteI had a big blue cat. It was probably one of my very first toys and was twice the size of me. ...I wish I still had that crazy cat.
xo, GG
(no package yet...but we've had lots of snow)
I had a big swan named Swannie, too. I don't know what became of him. My mother probably threw him out when she sold the house in San Diego. He had a broken neck, so I'm not too upset with her. I got an email from the USPS that the box had been delivered yesterday. Freak out time.
DeleteThat is so cool you have Tigee with you :)
ReplyDeleteMom kept a scrapbook of photos of dancers and ballerinas when she was a teenager and she still has it
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Scrapbooks are neat. I've got my late father's scrapbook from his middle school years.
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Mowzers, what sweet memories - your uncle was (is?) a very handsome man. MS is such a devastating disease. Purrs to you - and we hope those memories have lost their pain now and are only sweet.
ReplyDeleteMy uncle died 20 years ago in my father's arms. He was my father's baby brother. I wasn't too sad about my Uncle Stewart's death because he suffered so very much the last several years of his life. I think about him and laugh smile quite a bit, especially when it's baseball season and our Tigers are doing well.
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