Here are a few pictures of my bear. Let’s call him Sjors-Sjarrel.
Usually he sits on top of the bookcase. From there he has a nice very view over the whole living room.
Sjors-Sjarrel used to have a brother, who I think belonged in the ’40 / ’50 to one of my uncles. Unfortunately….., when I was a little boy on holiday in France (somewhere in the 70s), Sjors-Sjarrel’s brother went out for a walk on the campsite. I never saw him again. Sjors-Sjarrel has come to live with me when my grandmother died in the ‘80. Until then the bear sat in her living room and oversaw everything.