A Fuzzy Memory

Have you ever had something happen that jogs an old memory? Something that you have completely and totally forgotten about? That happened to me this morning. I was awakened (as usual) by my Chihuahua, Rico, jumping on my head telling me it was time to get up. For some reason I said, “Good Morning Fuzzy Wuzzy!” He’s not even that fuzzy, but that’s the term of endearment that came out of my mouth at the moment. Then I remembered a poem I learned as a small child:

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, was he?

So remembering the poem made me remember the time when my Grandma Bea took me shopping at the Woolworth’s in Ogdensburg. I was about 7 years old and it was a VERY big deal to go shopping with Grandma. She didn’t have much money, but every once in a while, she wanted to give me a little treat. On one particular day in the Berg, she bought me a Fuzzy Wuzzy Bear soap. Have you ever seen one? Do you remember it? When you washed with it, somehow, magically I’m sure, fuzz would grow on it. Sounds gross now, but back then – like I said – it was magic! I loved my Fuzzy Wuzzy soap, and this morning I got out of bed with a smile just thinking about it.

What do you remember from your childhood? Something quirky and special like that?

Kel