by Chris
(Danvers MA)
Since I have to come up with four hundred words for this to be accepted, I will tell you the story of Purple. I had been very sick with strep throat and tonsillitis as a little girl. My mother brought me to the pharmacy to pick up my medication. When we walked in, I saw Purple and fell in love with him (I was five). I begged my mother to get him, and then asked her to ask my grandmother to buy the bear for me. My mother told me to ask Santa. So, I did. Unbeknownst to me, my mother asked the pharmacist to hold the bear and she would come back for it. This was in September of 1972. My mother tells that I kept the bear alive in my memory in the hopes Santa would bring him. And on Christmas morning, he was there under the tree and I loved him every day to this day. Unfortunately they determined I kept getting sick because I was allergic to my stuffed animals (later I learned it was dust). Purple was bagged up and put in the basement where water damage happened to him and he couldn't be saved. It broke my heart. Now with the internet I'm hoping to find the bear again. I have no idea who made him and I"m hoping someone somewhere will have information on him.
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