This is Wolfgang the Rabbit. He was my very first toy. My parents were newly weds, excited at finding out they were expecting their first baby, when they bought him. They’d grown up together in tough circumstances in New York City. They started dating as teenagers and got married in October 1951, not long after my father graduated from college. Dad had joined the Army as a career and he was posted to Germany. My mother joined him a few months later, and I was born there in March 1953. They bought Wolfgang there. Wolfgang used to have a tiny handkerchief in the pocket of his green flannel pants. I loved that detail when I was little and kept it neatly tucked in; but it got lost somewhere along the way. Not long after I was born, my father had to retire from the Army when he developed diabetes. Wolfgang came home to NYC on the boat with us. He was a dear companion to me throughout my childhood. At sixty, he is a bit battered, but I love him still.