Someday these tattered and torn but well-loved objects of affection will be in shadow boxes. But for now I will keep mending and stitching up this doggy, piggy, and two tiny blankies until there is nothing more than a remnant left. I must confess that each time one is temporarily lost, I freak out and launch exhaustive searches through the trash can, attic and neighborhood. Only to find it tucked under the mattress. My kids may act like they no longer care about these dear old friends of theirs, but try to take them away and well, you don’t want to feel that wrath.
My parents did the same for me and my “Bammy” (what’s left of it is pictured). As legend has it, they turned around midway during one trip to Myrtle Beach to fetch it, lest I throw myself into the ocean if we were to arrive without it.