Friday, August 9, 2019
She would have been 74 years old today. She was my first friend in Austin Joint School. She was taken from us way too soon. She was an amazing, unique person and I miss her.
It's hard to be the new person in a new school. My mom had married my (step)-dad in July. My whole life changed that day. We moved to a new home in a new town. I went from being an only child to having a younger brother and sister.
I was a skinny, sickly, frightened little girl. I had met some kids in my neighborhood, but they were all older or younger than me. I needed a friend at school.
That first day in the school yard at lunch recess was terrifying. And then, she approached me. She was a little thing, much shorter than me. She told me her name. She already knew mine as I'd been introduced that morning as the new girl. We were friends immediately.
From that day on, we shared so much. We shared apartments, heartaches, joys, marriages, children until that February morning when the phone rang at 6 AM. A silent killer called aneurysm had called on her.
I drove to Buffalo praying all the way. We gathered in the waiting room outside Intensive Care. We cried together, we prayed together, and then we stood by her bedside as she breathed her last.
What a privilege that I was allowed to be with her as she left this life. What a privilege that I had been allowed to be her friend through most of her life.
Happy Birthday, dear friend.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Happy Birthday, dear Paige.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Friday, March 28, 2014
I have to admit, it was really hard to walk away from Facebook. Through it's posts I have reconnected with some old and dear friends, I have followed some wonderfully talented writers, I have seen pictures of friends' children and grandchildren. The connection to my cousins and their children ha been pure joy. But, as much as it hurt, I know I needed to walk away.
I am so grateful to be able to run back to my dear old blog for comfort and safety. Here, I hope to cultivate new friends, reconnect with old friends and welcome some Facebook friends to this new land of opportunity.
I have a plan on my "bucket list" to write more an do some essays about favorite, and not so favorite people, who have crossed my path in this past 69 years.
I hope there will be those of you who will join me on this venture.
Love and Hippo Hugs.
Monday, August 1, 2011
I love and enjoy these women. Sadly, I only see them, at the most, twice a year. And there were years where I was so involved in raising my own children and spending time with my immediate family that I didn't see much of them at all.
Last summer my cousin, Sandy, who is next oldest to me, passed away suddenly. She had just retired from the full time Methodist ministry and had only spent one night in her new home before she died.
My own brother and sister, both younger than me, are also gone. Now more than ever, my extended family is precious to me. So, whenever possible, I love to get together with these beautiful ladies and go to lunch. We always have a good time together. My Aunt Mary and Sally both love potato pancakes, so often we go to a little local bakery where they serve potato pancakes.
Being with these ladies brings back so many wonderful memories of my childhood; family picnics, Sunday dinners, birthday celebrations, Christmas, Thanksgiving. I am so blessed to have had the privilege of growing up as part of a large, loving family.
I love you guys.
"Where can a person be better
than in the bosom of their family."
Friday, July 15, 2011
By the time I was just coming out of my stupor, both our girls came home for a few days. This was a real tread and I did spend some time preparing for that. They came specifically to pay tribute to their grandmother who passed away in February. Since neither of the girls could make it at that time, we planned a little memorial for her.They made their favorite "Grandma W" cookie and toasted her with then. The brought bubbles and blew them into the wind.
Grandma always made little creatures called "rock babies" with them, so they made rock babies for her grave.
We had a short, but delightful, visit together before they each had to head back to their homes.
And I ended up with cellulitis. The doctor thinks I somehow got it in the cemetery. That led to antibiotics which led to a pretty ugly reaction, which led to some other problems that I am just now getting under control. On top of that I had a crown on one of my back teeth. It hurt from the beginning and we spent two weeks trying adjustments only to finally decide it is dying and I need a root canal. I have had a toothache for nearly a month.
I still believe none of the above reasons are why I haven't been writing. I'm still pondering the reasons, and may never have an answer. In the meantime, I am determined to get back to business. So, as I go off to read some of your blogs, I hope you will find it in your hearts to forgive me and begin to read my paltry postings once again.