9/08/2025

Nostalgia - How toys become real

A few weeks ago, I read "The Velveteen Rabbit or How Toys Become Real" for the first time. The book isn't a children's classic here in Germany, but I had seen it mentioned every, now and then and figured it was about time to read it.
If you don't know it, here's the plot.

Not a velveteen, but an artificial silk plush Steiff
bunny from the 1940s (not complete, but in
wonderful condition)

There are different kinds of collectors.
Collecting can be about diversity of items, a shared detail, about the monetary value or the emotional one, about the perfect or the imperfect look, about color, about use, about rarity, about history, about sentimentality ... I could keep going on like this.

As a collector of Steiff animals, I can say that a unplayed with vintage Steiff, possibly even complete with button, chest and ear tag which get ripped off easily by children's hands (no safety buttons back then), has something very special. It never fails to make me wonder how that is even possible. Has it spent the last 50, 70, 100 years or more in a cabinet, never touched? Has it been living in a bubble (I use the word "living" on purpose, you'll see why)?
I would lie if I said I don't know how breathtaking an old "new" Steiff can be. There are collectors who only look for those, and they are ready to pay the price for the (often) few chosen ones.

And then there are the others.
I'll never forget the fleamarket where I found this little fellow. I ran to drag the ex over to the stand to let him know I had fallen in love.


Now you might not understand how someone can fall in love with the obvious victim of a moth attack that has swingy limbs.
You might even think that this is a bit yucky or disturbing.
I, however, saw an 80 year old friend (over 100 now).

A child loved him so much that he stayed around although he had lost most of his fur, loved him so much that someone made the effort to give this little fellow new paw pads from white leather (now worn as well), sewn on very neatly and secure.
I remember how on edge I was as a kid when my own teddy had holes in his felt paw pads and I watched my mother sew on new fabric ones.

The child is probably not here anymore, but he is, and oh, the stories he could tell! Maybe he was like my teddy and saw his child grow up and get old before ending up at a fleamarket in Marin County just to be found by a pair of Germans and being taken back to within 60 kms from where he once came.

The velveteen rabbit is told: 
"Real isn't how you are made ... It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." ...
"Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
Spoiler alert: The nursery magic Fairy turns him Real, a real little rabbit.

I have no doubt that this teddy became Real to his child like the velveteen rabbit to his boy because he was loved (even though he still has his shoe button eyes). Maybe he's still waiting for his fairy and I'll happily give him the spot with some other teddy friends to do so.

Because that's the kind of collectors we were and there are others like us. They don't just love the perfect ones, they love the loved ones, the played with, the "flawed" ones those we wish could tell us their stories, all of them, not just the good ones ...
Just saying.
Each of them has their own beauty.


10 comments:

  1. I have my own childhood teddy bears (well, two teddies and a cat) but I'm too sentimental to acquire more. Well, I have a weird bear which has his poor paws sewn to a heart that says "I love you" that I accidentally won in a raffle at my old work in London, which has followed me around. I also have some Beanie Baby lizards but I gave away some other BBs I had to a friend who supports a women's refuge. But my gran, oh, goodness, she would see a small bear in a charity shop and have to have it every time, to look after it!

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    1. My own teddy is no Steiff.
      I think part of our starting a collection - beside falling in love with a Steiff mouse at a fleamarket - was local Swabian pride as Giengen is only about 50 km from where I live. Margerete Steiff was a really inspiring woman given the obstacles she had to deal with.
      Aww, your gran sounds lovely!

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  2. I still have my Teddy Bear I had when I was 9. there is actually a whole story where my grandma bought it for me and it was fairly expensive. I then lost it while we were going to a music festival so my parents asked my aunt to buy a new one because they didn't want my grandma to know. We met my aunt for lunch (with my grandma) and we did a drug deal type exchange in the parking lot behind Grandma's back. Earlier this week Grace sewed up his little feet that had gotten damaged over the years -partly by the dog when she was a puppy. My dad also has HIS Teddy bear and Dad is 81.

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    1. My mother got mine for my birth and he's sitting on my nightstand until today. Teddies are just something special.
      I never took my teddy anywhere because I was known to lose things quickly (my first own umbrella lasted one day before I forgot it somewhere). Have you ever told your grandma about it?

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    2. I think we did eventually tell her (like when I was a teenager) she just laughed and said it was crazy that we were all worried she'd be upset. She just would have picked up another one sometime. I really don't know what we thought Grandma was going to say. It wasn't like she was mean,, but I guess my mom just felt so bad about it all because he was such a nice bear.

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    3. Yes, I think it was more like feeling a bit guilty. I remember that kind of decision in my own family, just overreacting a little.

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  3. You may have never read The Velveteen Rabbit until now, but you definitely lived it. This was lovely, Cat!

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    1. You're right, Marsha, what a sweet thought, thank you!

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  4. Oh that was one of my all time favorite books growing up! My 19 (almost 20 year old) brought his stuffed bear that he's had since he was 4 (scratched eyes, floppy neck, matted fur, etc) with him to college even and I just LOVED that. For sure Beardy (that's his name!) is real.

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    1. I can understand you love that! I really think we should all preserve a bit of our inner child, no matter in what way. Thank you, Joanne!

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