Which may not seem like a big deal to some of you twenty-somethings, but we have known each other for forty-nine years. Holy crap!
We went through school together, except for Louise's 5-6 year hiatus when her family moved down to southern California. And we all still live in the area. We've run into each other at weddings, funerals, reunions, and sometimes on the street, but how long has it been that we've spent any appreciable time together? Years, baby, years.
We lunched at a local restaurant and shared photos and stories of our families. but the photo we poured over was this one from fourth grade.
What happened to all these people? Where did they go? Some were only in class with us for 1-2 years. Others we went all through school with. Many still live close by. Some are real winners, some real losers. We each had stories about several old friends we'd kept in touch with, but we didn't know about everyone. Wouldn't it be nice to see them?
Could you pick us out of the photo?
There were lots of good hugs and appreciation of ourselves in our fifties. We've all become interesting women with lots of energy.
After I got home, I went searching for the Kindergarten photo that I couldn't find this morning before it was time to go to the restaurant. Miss Pitman's a.m. Kindergarten. I knew it had to be somewhere but, no, it wasn't there in my office stash. I went looking under the house and finally found the Mother Lode of old photos in the basement. Five boxes later, I had reached the vein of photos I thought it might be in and EUREKA.
We were some cute stuff!
We are some cute stuff!
I know it's WWKIP Day today, but I didn't get a chance to knit in public. I was awash in nostalgia and busy enjoying the company. Three together can remember far more than one alone. A LOT more. And anyway, I knit in public almost every day. I don't need a special day for it.
Here's to longevity and friendships. There's a lot to be said for staying in the same place for a long, long time.