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Not Just for Kids

When I was little, my favorite picture books were The Lonely Doll series.

When I was little, my favorite picture books were The Lonely Doll series.

In the first book, the doll, Edith, meets Mr. Bear, a stuffed bear, and his son, Little Bear. In subsequent books Mr. Bear is her guardian. I remember vividly one picture of Edith turned over Mr. Bear’s knee as he spanked her for doing something naughty. Today there are many things about these books that would make parents and librarians cringe, but the same can be said for much of the beloved children’s literature of my childhood. 

The author, Dare Wright, had a strange and complicated upbringing which was documented in Jean Nathan’s biography, The Secret Life of the Lonely Doll.  As the original lonely doll it’s not hard to understand why she would turn to Edith and the bears for comfort. 

My childhood, on the other hand, was, as far as I remember, remarkably mundane; and yet I, too, have been known to play with stuffed animals. And I’ll wager I’m not the only other adult who does. I may, however, be the only one who will admit it in public. There is a slight possibility that this behavior is inherited. When my uncle was in the army, his beloved bear sent him notes, via my grandmother. There’s a photo of my parents, mom pregnant with my older sister, cavorting with two stuffed dogs and a ’57 Chevy. When I went away to camp, our cats wrote me letters. And when my daughter went to her first sleep-away camp, two of our stuffed animals sent her a photographic accounting of a big adventure. (It was slow going, they don’t move fast, and it took almost three dozen photos to document the outing, but they were very patient with the photographer.)   

If you’re paying attention you may want to point out, huffily, that when I was at camp, live animals wrote to me, not stuffed ones. When it comes to anthropomorphizing, I don’t make much of a distinction between them. Neither, apparently, did Dare Wright. 

At the time of the big adventure documented for our daughter, we had not yet adopted our cats, but I have no doubt that they would not have granted us the unfettered access to their activities that our stuffed friends did.

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