This weekend while at Mary’s house Bill’s mom wanted to know what on earth a Babbit is. So, this post is for Fran.
Babbit is the best toy bunny in the world. He was made for me by my daddy when I was little and I love him to bits. Daddy even knitted his jumper himself, with a little bit of help from Mum who had to teach him to knit first. As Dad keeps reminding me, “it’s not Babbit it’s “Baddit”,” however his name has slightly changed over the years and he is quite happy to go by both.
Here is little Kay aged around two in 1978, with Babbit in tow: (photo probably taken and developed by Dad. I certainly remember photos swirling around in the bathtub from time to time.)
Of course, when I emigrated to the USA there was no way I could leave him behind. He came to university in Lancaster, and Manchester with me and now is enjoying life in Atlanta. Life is a little more precarious for him here though as he has to spend most of his time right up high, out of the way of the dogs. I think I have a soft spot for red cords because of Babbit’s dungarees…why I couldn’t resist buying my maternity cords the other day when I spotted them.
Kay and Babbit, aged 29, 2005:
Finally, a picture of Babbit in all his glory:
He’s seen a little wear and been on many adventures. His poor jumper seems to have shrunk and he’s missing a few whiskers but he’s still looking dapper. He’s a special rabbit.
Talking to Mum on the phone the other day she said she’d dug out the Babbit pattern for Dad to use to make Sproglet a Baddit of his/her own. Good! Cos s/he’s certainly not getting his/her mits on mine! If Dad does make sproglet a Baddit, that would just be so cool. I’m very excited.