Sir, – Rosita Boland’s article on childhood toys made me sad and happy at the same time (“There is always one toy from childhood – random but somehow special – that you never forget”, Life, August 17th).
The sadness was the thought of dumping toys that were probably loved in childhood and the happiness was at the thought of Teddy getting another loving owner.
I have “Horse” (I was never good at coming up with names) since I was about three.
In my mid-seventies now, Horse is still with me.
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I wonder, when it’s my time to go to the stable in the sky, what will happen to Horse as I have no grandchildren to leave him to. Perhaps he can come with me when that time comes. – Yours, etc,
PATRICK HAGIN MEADE,
Ballinteer,
Dublin 16.
Sir, – Rosita Boland’s article reminded me of my own favourite doll, Anne, which I had when I was about six years old, very many years ago. She had lost a lot of her lovely hair from wear and tear. Nothing daunted, I chopped off some of my own hair, using my mother’s nail scissors, and attached it to Anne with my mother’s red nail varnish. My younger sister gained from my antics because a new wig was bought for her doll, Deirdre. Both Deirdre and Anne remained in my parents’ attic for many years, because no-one had the heart to give them away. – Yours, etc,
JUNE HURLEY,
Killiney,
Co Dublin.