What was your childhood cuddly toy called? ?

My childhood cuddly toys were just Teddy and monkey. My first doll was called Susum, apparently I couldn't be corrected. As I grew older she became Susan, and she was joined by Christine.

I 'inherited' a navy blue oiled wool knitted dog with one ear, his button eyes hanging on by a thread and his legs all in a line on his body .....I imaginatively called him 'DOGGY' and likewise, a blue almost bare of any fur, bunny rabbit ...which I called BUNNY ... ha ha ...they were the only cuddly toys I had but as I never knew any other toys I loved them to bits ......many years later (I think I was probably 30) I said laughingly to my dad ;I never had a teddy bear;......at Christmas, what did I get ? a huge teddy bear ........some 4o plus years later it still sits on a chair in my lounge, having travelled half way round Europe and the UK in the many different places I lived ! My daughter had many toys, but her favourite was a yellow ragged teddy bear she bough HERSELF from the Guides jumble sale ...and called ...wait for it ...Yellow Ted. She took it to Uni with her and wherever she moved Yellow Ted went as well ...........

I had a teddy called 'Old Ted' after a new one arrived from my dad who sent it from Korea where he was 'at war'. I remember throwing the new teddy on the floor and screaming that I wanted to keep Old Ted even though the new one played a tune. (Frequent drafts meant luggage was kept to a minimum....) I think the interloper was quietly disposed of.... Old Ted wears clothes now as all his fur has been cuddled off. Occasionally he comes downstairs from the loft to recline in his personal deckchair.

My teddy was called Ted. A blue and yellow chap that got balder over the years. Mum used to wash him, now and then, and hang him on the drying line by his ears Now I've renamed Ted "Patches" because I've had to use patches of material on him to cover holes where the material is worn. I need to find a toy hospital I think! Ted/Patches continues to be my most faithful friend.

I didn’t have one. Nor did any of my siblings. When I was 13 I spent my pocket money at a school fete on a handmade pale blue teddy called unimaginatively Blue Pooh. He went half round the world with me when I grew up and my daughter still has him on her bed.

I had a woolly lamb called Lewis. I don't really remember it but it's there in photographs of me as a baby. My teddy has never had a name and is now an octogenarian and very bare bear. I gave it to my baby sister when she was born, but as someone gave her a teddy of her own, I soon got mine back.

My straw-filled teddy was called Timothy. He squeaked if you pressed his chest. At least he did until my brother overdid the chest thumping of Timothy and whatever caused the squeak gave up.

Being a firmly filled bear, Timothy could stand up with a bit of careful balancing.

Grunt.....he was my Teddy.Had him when l was really little and treasured him . He came everywhere with me except school. My mum gave him away without me knowing when l was 17. I don't really know why as he was almost bald and his grunt was fading .l was so hurt but she couldn't see why.

Imaginatively 'Panda Bear'!

I had/have several...Teddy, Kitty and Florence. Teddy is much older than I am as he was waiting for me to make an appearance in 1952, courtesy of my lovely maternal grandmother. He’s had new paw and foot pads and his eyes and nose were replaced by a friends mother when her little darling ripped them out! Kitty was bought by my father, after a spectacular tantrum by yours truly in a toy shop resulted in our cutting short our shopping trip...my father returned about a week later with Kitty, who has since been loved half to death and is missing an eye as well as her ear button! Florence the dog used to be my godmothers nightdress case however one rainy day she decided to transform Florence into a cuddly for me and we stuffed her full of laddered stockings then my godmother sewed her up and she has been with me since ...that was 63 years ago. Having arranged them just now for their ‘insta’ pic I’ve discovered that Florence is leaking something that looks like minuscule wood shavings so urgent repairs are needed! Each toy reminds of someone dearly loved so I’ve never been tempted to dispose of them. They are part of my childhood.

Blue Ted and big Ted plus a huge rag doll my mother made me from some old curtains whose name was Belinda

I had a straw filled teddy called Bobby who had a growl and movable arms and legs. He had the loveliest face, with a beautiful smile. I loved him so much and would make swings for him on the clothes line.

I cut his fur once but it didn't grow back. My sister was given him when I was 11. When I searched for him a bit later on my mother had thrown him out. I was quite upset...but I have photos of us together and I'm about 4-5 yrs.

I had a hard doll called Rosebud. I didn't like her much as her eyes were supposed to shut when she was laid down but one eye stayed open and it annoyed me.

My teddy, given to me by my aunt when I was born, had no name until I started to learn French. Then he was named Bernard, pronounced the French way-'Bear-nard'. I still have him up in the loft, dressed in a gingham shirt and tweed trousers I made for him by following instructions on Blue Peter.

Mine was a black Scottie dog called Blackie. And strangely, discussing this with my American friend recently she had one too, named Chester.

A bear called Ted, he said Mama, until my mum washed him and after that he just said aargh. I can remember him pegged on the washing line by an ear, blowing in the breeze

I didn’t have one but I do have my eldest son’s one. We have been estranged for almost 19 years and he’s now 42. My husband bought it for him the day he was born and he took it everywhere with him until he moved out at 21 ish. He gave him back to me to look after. His name is TB (for teddy bear!) and I keep him in my bedside drawer unit. I take him out for a cuddle now and then to think back to when times weren’t so sad.

Goodbyetoallthat

My knitted cat was called "silly old puss". He was replaced with a cleaner version & things were never the same again.

Reminds me of when my beloved toy dog Pongo finally fell to bits, leaking straw all over the place. I was given a brand new Pongo, identical, but....somehow not the same. I never really loved new Pongo.

My favourite toy was a Teddy bear called Teddy. I used to carry him everywhere with me under my arm. At night time I used to tell him about all my problems. I still have him. He used to have pink fur and squeak. He was at one time stuffed with straw. His arms & legs have had to be sewn back on. He wears a jumper & trousers that I knitted for him as a child.

No such thing when I was a child - I was lucky to have a bed!!

My favourite toy was called Charlie; a small ventriloquist's
dummy. I spent a lot of time stuffing jelly and custard into his open mouth. He is now far too worn out to be of any antique value but I still love him. As I grew older I fantisised being
able throw my voice and making the roast chicken speak just
as my father carved into it.

My teddies are Mary and Jane, they are 66 yrs old the same as me, they are a little threadbare, dressed in knitted clothes and sit with my brothers ted in my dining room on top of my Mother’s old singer sewing machine case. Mary is an ordinary straw filled teddy and Jane is a smaller white one my uncle and godfather got me for my christening he was based on a polar bear born at London Zoo around that time.

Teddy bear called Freddie Ted!

I had a wartime teddy. Because of the shortages he only had fur on his head, hands and feet, the rest of his body was a sort of brown tweed fabric and he was filled with sawdust. For some reason I called him Paul Green John Thomas Rosser! I presume I didn't give him his whole name every time I played with him, but that was certainly his name. Like others, my favourite toys disappeared after an illness, and I do wish I still had my teddy.

Yes, I can remember all my dolls names but the two teddy’s I took to bed one each side of me, one was a rabbit called Bunny and the other a teddy called bimbo

I had a bear called Benji and my favourite doll was Connie.