WE ALL HAD OUR FAVOURITE BEAR WHEN WE WERE LITTLE. The bears I'm thinking of were of a specifically literary kind. My fave was Rupert Bear when I was younger; the illustrations were magical and you got a choice - the story was told both in verse and prose. Rupert Bear was a white bear who always wore tartan trousers (though his fur was, slightly confusingly, always brown on the cover). The books I'm talking of were actually "annuals" published for Christmastime, for Rupert appeared (and to the best of my knowledge still does appear) daily in the Daily Express newspaper. But the daily Rupert fix you get there is so paltry only genuine addicts need apply. Best wait for the annual and read the stories in one go! Rupert has a habit of finding magic carpets, shoes, stones, gizmo devices invented by the Einsteinian local professor or belonging to the father of the local Chinese girl ... man! I've forgotten her name... what was it Tiger Lilly maybe... anyway he ends up in each story flying, transported to 1950s style spice islands (darling, when we still had an Empire!) or else kidnapped by elves, in Santa's grotto or jailed by icicles in Jack Frost's lair... oh! The magic of childhood!
Original Rupert Books from the 1950s and so on, are so sought-after they are genuine collectors' items, fetching literally hundreds of pounds if in good condition...
When I got older I "adapted" to Paddington Bear... him of the marmelade sandwiches fame, who wore dufflecoat and a battered top hat. An immigrant from "Darkest Peru" he was discovered by the Brown Family lost forlorn in Paddington Station (hence his name) with a sign round his neck "please look after this bear". The best characters were no-nonsensical Mrs Bird the "housekeeper" (terribly 1950s, yet again!) and Mr Curry the hateful neighbour who always called Paddington "Bear!" The best story is probably Paddington's home decorating escapade when he wallpapers himself so thoroughly into his room there is no door.... One time I was reading this book, aged about 8, when my mother suddenly appeared at the door with a bucket. I had been laughing so hard she thought I was being sick..!
I never really got on with Winnie the Poo (come on - how did A A Milne get away with such a rude name?!?)... or any other Bear of Note...(the names escape me!)...
Now roll up, come on, this is my daily "meme": Who was YOUR Personal Bear..?
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