All is bear in love and war
I WAS charmed by Leslie Geddes-brown’s stories of special bears (Spectator, July 12). A few years ago, I owned a toyshop in Chelsea selling the sort of toys that were difficult to find, including traditional bears. The customers came in all sizes, as did the bears. One of my regulars was a delightful elderly gentleman who was always immaculately attired, wearing a blazer with a small bear peeping out of his breast pocket.
One day, curiosity got the better of me and I asked him about his friend. He explained to me that, during the Second World War, when he was three, he was evacuated to America and on the long ocean voyage his only friend was the little bear. His parents were killed in the war and he never saw them again. The bear was his family and they’d been inseparable for 70 years. Sarah Campos-martyn, by email