In this case, the “old pal” is a teddy bear, name of Percy, whom I had when I was a baby. He was my first toy, and I slept with him every naptime and every night. As I grew up, I slept with him every night. When I went to college, Percy came with me.
So he traveled with me over the years; when I had a job and an apartment of my own, when I moved to Texas, when I married my first husband, when I got divorced, when the Crankee Yankee and I caught up with each other and eventually married; and so on and on to this very day. In fact, as I sit at my desk writing this, he is staring at me as he sits on the shelf behind me.
Quite frankly, I can’t imagine life without old Percy. He, like me, has lost some of his looks over the years, but he is still sweet and endearing to me. I once thought of giving him to one of my granddaughters, but in the end I couldn’t do it. I think that he will probably rest with me when I die; I wouldn’t be at all surprised.
So what do we do with our old pals from childhood? Years ago I gave away lots of toys and games and books and such, but I couldn’t let Percy go; I still can’t. But even now when 70 isn’t so far away any longer, I don’t think I’ll give old Percy up. He and I know each other well, and we don’t much care for change. Besides, the old pals are the true pals and should be cherished as such.