Freddie has had a rough life. He is my first teddy bear. My parents gave him to me when I was a toddler. One night I woke up in my bunk bed & thought he was walking from the foot of the bed up to me. I screamed & my parents came in. They took Freddie away. I didn't know where he went but was afraid of him. Years later I thought about him off & on & wished I had him back.
About 50+ years later when we were moving my mom out of her house my husband came across a burlap bag in the garage up on a rafter. He turned it upside down & down tumbled Freddie & my Steiff dog Sparky, Ginny's pup.
Poor Freddie's eyes had fallen out & he was pretty musty. After giving him a good bath, glueing on new eyes, touching up his nose & mouth color, he is back. Now he sits on my bed & doesn't sleep walk any more & Sparky sits on my desk.