Kathleen, Gladly, Teleri
By Rhiannonw
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Kathleen
Each night I took with me to bed
my rag-doll called Kathleen.
I rubbed the hat-frill on her head
– the clothes soon looked unclean.
“For Christmas she can have some more
new clothes.” – They did not say
inside her clothes there was but straw
– a new doll came to stay!
At first that hat-frill felt so stiff,
and to my fingers, starchy.
But soon got limp, and the inner stuff
I think more squeezed and squashy!
They told me later what they’d done
– the ‘Kathleen’ substitution!
And I’d been happy with each one
not knowing the deception!
Gladly
I had a dark brown tubby bear.
They said his name was ‘Gladly’.
I, of its strangeness unaware,
just glad I found him cuddly!
Much later it was all explained.
Someone (my Dad heard share)
a hymn-line misquoted, strained:
‘Gladly my cross I [‘d] bear.’
[eyed]
Teleri
A tom-boy pleased to help my Dad
investigate the engine of his car,
and climb, and fight (!) a friendly lad,
but when suggested would I care
to have a train-set for my gift
I was resolved and wouldn’t shift –
Desired a doll, in this was firm
and would not turn.
My father with regret
gave up his wistful longing
of enjoying playing, sharing
a daughter’s boxed train-set!
The memories of the names of Kathleen and the doll, Teleri are a bit vague, I think Kathleen was probably ‘Kaffleen’ to me in those days! I think the eyes of the bear were rather close together, though that meant nothing to me then!
[IP: childhood toy]
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I loved your description of
I loved your description of being a tom-boy and play-fighting :0) You have brought happy family life and care and love into your poem about toys. Cross-eyed Bear made me smile, too. I guess not wanting the train set but being interested in your Dad's car engine was an early sign of your fascination for learning how things work, engines or natural phenomena
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What a lovely memory Rhiannon
What a lovely memory Rhiannon. Your doll must have been very special to you. I don't think we ever forget those significant childhood dolls and the moments of pleasure they gave us.
I actually still have my teddy that was given to me when I was born, he's older than myself and was played with by my son as a youngster, now he sits in his rightful place on my dressing table beside my bed, and I love him dearly.
Thanks for inspiring my own memories Rhiannon. Lovely read.
Jenny.
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pikkie
Pikkie has been sleeping with me almost fifteen years every night next to my pillow now he's a tough little guy has no damage. He has a red sleeping cap with green dots a white furry rim and white tassel and his little ABC Biker jacket with a little zip he never takes off. For winter he has his own wooly green sleeping bag. Sturdy little bear.
Good advise to anyone sleeping alone is getting yourself a teddybear. But Pikkie says now he refuses to eat or to sleep until Miranda comes home. I said maybe you won't die. Let's hope.
My favourite child hood toy was a little box peddle car I loved ramming into the garage door over and over to impress the little neighbour girl. It started then already. I have a photo. Two years old. My favourite record was the Teddybear's Picnic I still know all the words off by heart. Picking up pebbles. And Elvis just wants to be …
It looks like heavy rain starting outside, Goodnight wherever you are!
From me and Pikkie, Precious time is slipping away & Tommy
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good question
Good question! Will have to think about it. Does it affect you?
My insanity is getting better!
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