![]() And I was right.Ī kindly reader or two wrote in to say they, too, shared dim but lasting memories of the bear's annual serialized adventures and that they, too, had sometimes wondered if the show ever really existed. ![]() Had I perhaps imagined the whole thing? I didn't think I had that good an imagination. No one else seemed to have heard of the show or its eponymous hero. It was like trying to piece together an evaporated dream. All I had were vague and random bear memories that haunted me for years, especially around Christmastime. I didn't know all that when the search began. ![]() It was "The Cinnamon Bear," a living toy delivered annually via radio for children who grew up in the Midwest and the Pacific Northwest in the '40s, '50s and '60s. A year ago I came to what I thought was the end of a long journey, a search for an icon of my youth - not a "Rosebud" sled, exactly, but something lost that needed finding. One path to the Inner Child involves an Outer Bear. One of the best things about the holiday season is that it gives everybody free rein to look Scrooge's salvation was in acting like a kid again. ![]() Since some of us never completely lost touch with our Inner Child, we can only smile patiently as other people struggle to find theirs. ![]()
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