So Long My Friend

Nancy and I met at church.  She was a rascal and I loved her energy. Over time we spent years together growing up. 

There were the weekends at her home or mine. Almost every one. At mine, we always went shopping and bought fabric. We would spend the entire weekend sewing something.  At the conclusion, we both had garments.  Often a dress for school,

Then there were the times we spent at her home.  Sometimes we would fish (like the dreadful time we caught one in the eye and her dad saved the moment).  There was the time we discovered Lady Chatterley's Lover tucked away in her parent's bookshelf.

We quietly went downstairs to their finished recreation room.  Her father who had been a POW in Korea came downstairs looking for a tool.  He asked what we were doing.  We were speechless.  He grabbed the book from our hands and put it in the suspended ceiling. My friend was willing to let it go but instead, I got a ladder and we finished reading the book. Nancy and I agreed this was important for our education -  budding teens and all.

In late November in the early 60s, we watched President Kennedy's funeral at her home.  At twelve, no one knows what to say.  It was so unbelievable, even her parents were at a loss for words. Those were the days when you trusted your government.  We know better now.

So many memories.  I am grateful she reached out to me some years back.  And more than grateful to have shared so much with her. 

I will truly miss you, Nancy.