Cherished Childhood Friends Provide a Reason to Keep Blogging

our_neighborhood.I got the most unexpected and sweet email message last night from R, a childhood friend.

Some background: R and her family lived in a house across the alley from my family’s house all the years I did, from the age of about two through college.

She’s a year younger than I am and, along with my sister, we played outdoors with the other kids in the neighborhood every day for years. (Those were the good ol’ days when you left the house in the morning and only came back for lunch and dinner.)

R lives in Florida now with her husband — and she and I have written several Facebook messages about our families and what’s new with us. R’s mother, Mrs. S, is 95 and it’s been great to see her photo on R’s Facebook page several times. I’ve forwarded them to my parents.

Mrs. S looks almost exactly the way I remember her from childhood (except for the white hair). She was a real seamstress and I remember going to R’s house and her mom would always be sewing dresses and clothes for the two girls, greeting us with pins in her mouth and her glasses on a chain around her neck. Her mom also canned food in their basement – and since I’d never seen anyone in my family do that, it was always fascinating to go to their house and watch the big production when she was in “canning mode.” Mrs. S also had a very distinctive voice when she answered the phone. I bet if she called me today and just said, “Hello,” I’d recognize her voice!

My favorite memory about R is that we waited at the bus stop together all our years of school, and when we were in elementary school, as soon as the bus appeared in the distance, Robin would yell out a little song, “Here COMES the B…U…S!!” Sometimes other people would chime in.

This past summer, R and her sister drove Mrs. S to visit my parents (who also live in Florida, about two hours away), and they had a wonderful time catching up and reminiscing.

Back to the present: In her message, R said that her mom was interested when she told her she saw on Facebook that I started writing a blog with personal stories and posting links to them. (I have no idea which of my Facebook friends read my blog unless they tell me about it or write a comment on the page.) And her mom said, “Is that the girl who got her head stuck in our porch railing?” (Yes…it was…but that’s a whole other blog post…. I did more than my share of dumb things as a kid and remember that experience vividly all these years later (although I can’t remember how they got me out) — but I couldn’t believe her mom remembered, too!)

R started reading the blog posts to her mom – who has low vision – every day. Her mom asked R to write me and say she really enjoys my stories – especially the one about my sister and the mysterious visitor, and the bad date tales! – and to tell me I was “a genius.” They got behind reading the posts while Mrs. S visited her son for a few weeks, but have caught up now.

I’ve been smiling all day today thinking about how nice it was to get that message! And I’m glad that my blog posts entertain Mrs. S – who I have such fond memories of.

It also motivated me to “keep on bloggin’!”

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