Hoosits
My childhood comfort item was a toy that I didn’t think it looked like a monkey, dog, bear, or anything that I knew, so I called it a hoosit. His name was Buster. When he started getting ragged, Mom and Dad tried to replace him with a new hoosit. But to no avail. I just adopted the new hoosit into our Heather-hoosit circle. Her name was Bust-Ann.
I found my two friends in my cedar chest the other day while locating some mission pictures for Nic. I was happy when Brooklyn and Talmage decided to make them ‘alive’ again. I love watching them play and snuggle.
I also found my pink music box bear. I gave that to Clara. They both have big cute eyes. Clara winds her up and listens to the music when she goes to sleep.
soooo cute!!! I’m glad that they are alive again. It brings back fun times eh?
So precious! I REMEMBER hoosits! A family classic. Good to see them getting hugged again
(Avery plays with some of Dane’s childhood stuffed toys, and it is sweet 
I LOVED our visit. Thanks for making the effort to drive up and see us
I just love ya.
Oh, one more – I love pink music box bear. I wanted each of you to have a music box toy to comfort you. My favorite, when I was little, which I loved to pieces, was a plush white swan. Her long graceful neck swayed back and forth as her music box played. My swan brought me much comfort.
I meant to say “really real” “when some of our fur is rubbed off”…
oops – I guess I am typing funny and feeling a bit shabby (and real and loved) right now
Yeah for Buster and Bust-Ann! I remember how you patched up Buster’s nose yourself when I thought he was beyond repair. I like your reference to “Making them real again.” Like in The Velveteen Rabbit, so it goes, we are only really really when a some of our fur is rubbed off and we get a bit shabby from being loved so much. It is worth it to be real – to be loved
I totally remember your hoosit!!!