"My Son"

Today is my son's 34th birthday.

I look at birthdays as a good time for memories, because when your children are adults and they live far away, your memories are mostly what you have.

These are mine.

 


On the left, I am posing at my baby shower at work toward the end of my pregnancy.

First of all, try not to focus on the ensemble.  I am not responsible for that.  There were not a lot of fashion choices for pregnant women in the 80's.  However, I will have to take total responsibility for the glasses and the hair.

I don't mind how I look in the picture (above) with my son because I swear, I lost 30 pounds right after he was born.

The day of my son's birth, I worked a full eight hour day.  I had to.  My husband was in school,didn't have a job and I was the sole source of income and we had just bought a house.  I can remember worrying every time I went to the doctor that something would be wrong, and he would say I had to stay home.  I had worked out my vacation and sick leave to the day, so that I had just enough to allow me to take off six weeks but that meant I had to go all the way to my due date.  That's the way it was then. Employers did not make allowances for career-minded pregnant women.  

So there I was on my due date standing at the card catalog in the library (remember those?) filing away and at 5pm off I went home and that night, off I went into labor.  I was 32.

Despite being married more than once, I was able to avoid having a child.  I had decided I didn't want children.  I masked it in not wanting to bring more children into the world, but it was really that I was terrified of giving birth.  When I was 12, I used to babysit for a doctor, and I was a nosy little 12-year-old.  They had books with pictures of actual births.  Ew.  And then when I was  even younger, my older brothertold my young impressionable self that giving birth was like taking your lower lip and pulling it up over your head.  How he knew this, I am not sure.

However, when I was ready to give birth I was happy about it.  I had come to grips with my childhood fears.

I was just coming out of the 70's, so naturally I read all of the books about birthing in a bathtub, having a midwife, being hypnotized...so I wanted to have a natural birth in a birthing room.  Today those are commonplace, but back then, the only birthing room available was at the county hospital with a resident doctor in attendance (full-fledged doctors supposedly didn't want to invest the time needed to attend a natural birth at a birthing center - I guess that messed up their plans to play golf).  Today there are hospital beds that turn into birthing beds. Back then, for me, it was a room with a real double bed.  And a boom box playing music.  All the comforts of home. But wouldn't you know, during the worst part of the birth, I distinctly remember hearing Diana Ross singing, "Upside Down," which has lyrics like:

Inside out
And round and round
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round

and I thought, my god, my brother was right. 



But like they say, you forget the pain of the birth and revel in the love of your baby.

However, I didn't get to revel long. At six weeks, I had to go back to work and take my baby boy to daycare. 

Can you imagine turning that little guy over to virtual strangers?

We did not have the money for nannies or babysitters who came to the house.  In those days, you found licensed day care people who would take infants and finding good daycare then was as difficult as it is now, if not more difficult. But my husband (not to be confused with Hubby) didn't have a job, and I was putting him through college. That was the deal we struck, one where I didn't really understand the ramifications.  As it turned out, not a good deal for me as my then husband was cheating on me with a fellow student, 19 (I was 32), and it all turned out very badly. When it all came to light, I remember saying I didn't wait until I was 32 to have a child to raise him by myself, but we don't have control over these things, do we?

But I didn't know that yet, so in spite of having to work 40 hours per week, I could still enjoy my little guy when I was home.  Ad he particularly enjoyed his Jolly Jumper (which as with many things was banned later, I think) and when he was done...



 I also enjoyed his other little antics.

But right after we celebrated his first birthday, it all started going to hell.  The husband ran off with the coed and baby and I were on our own.  I didn't handle it well.

Long story short, and it's a godawful long godawful story, I set about making a life alone with my little boy.

It was not a happy time.

I found a place to live and things started to mellow out. 

I always loved this picture as he as fascinated with the construction across the street from our apartment. 

And people! Chill out. I was right there.  He was not in the street!

But here are the kinds of things that happen with divorce. 

Right after this picture was taken, my little boy went for his weekend with his Dad and his grandmother took him for his FIRST HAIRCUT!  No one asked me what I thought and I wasn't there and they cut off all of that beautiful hair without my permission.  I have the locks from MY first haircut but not from my own son's.

He also had his life disrupted with the back and forth to his Dad's, such as being whisked away Christmas morning just after he was starting to enjoy his presents from Santa or having to go away for long summers.

But things improved. 

I had decided he and I would be fine.  I felt positive about my future and isn't that the way it often happens?  When you aren't looking, your future appears.  Hubby-to-be came along when I wasn't looking and when I was contemplating a future on my own with my boy.  And when I discovered he loved my boy as much as he loved me, well, it seemed like fate. 

We went to visit Grammy and Granddaddy in Michigan.  Here he is at four.  Things are feeling better.

Just as I had to endure, so did my children. 

I am talking about that "first day of school picture."

Just as it was with me, every first day of school is recorded for MY children. 

Here is the first day of his first grade.

(Wave to Mommy!)

Then all of a sudden it was 3rd Grade.

And everything started going so fast.

And all of this happened. 

Well the sports thing was happening before third grade but...

Middle school - let's not talk about that. 

High School

Senior Year

That letter jacket.  OMG.  He couldn't have cared less, but his proud Mama did. 

I wore it to all of his games and I made sure all of his accomplishments were on that jacket:  ASB President, MVP, Central Coast Champs, various honors from all four years of three different sports and academics, all of it and when they made a mistake once on the jacket, I paid to have them rip out the writing and do it over!

Some day he will thank me.

He graduated from high school with honors, from college with honors and then

My son the Dahk-tah. 

Doctor of Jurisprudence that is.  

And then he found the love of his life. 

(As in Oz, don't look behind the curtain or rather at the bridesmaid with the beer bottle no longer wearing heels. That's his sister.  Weddings can be exhausting).

His parents are delighted. 

Because it's all about happiness. 

What more can you wish for your children?

That said, despite the fact that our adult children want us to acknowledge them as adults, and we do, we really do, we really try to do, OK sometimes we don't, there is always that part that will think, and he's not going to like this:

He will always be my baby boy.

Happy Birthday, my baby boy!

(2020 Update:  Since this was written there has been another addition to my son's family!

And here they all are now.)

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It's a Matter of "Pride" and the Week in Reviews

[I review the new movie "Pride," DVDs "Godzilla" "Venus in Fur" and the book "I'll Drink to That" by long-time Bergdorf Goodman premiere personal shopper, which fashionistas will enjoy.  I also bring you up to date on "My 1001 Movies I Must See Before I Die Project" and share this week's "A-HA Moment" - "Do you know how to apologize?"]

 

It's a Matter of "Pride"

Pride

An unlikely alliance is struck in 1984 between a U.K. gay activist group and striking coal miners.

This is a real-life account of the famous 1984-1985 coal miner's strike in the U.K and the real life alliance between a London fund-raising group called Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners (LGSM) and the Welsh village of Onllwyn.

The film begins in 1984 in London where Mark (played by the wonderful Ben Schnetzer, who you might recognize from "The Book Thief (I know I did)," and who is also wonderfully handsome by the way) and his friends are marching in a gay pride parade.  They are joined by Joe (George MacKay - "How I Live Now") who is 20 and just feeling his way out of the closet (his parents do not know he is gay).  Gethin (Andrew Scott) and Jonathan (Dominic West who is currently starring in "The Affair" on Showtime) are a couple and own a gay and lesbian bookstore from which the activists operate. 

Mark is clearly the leader and decides that they are not the only people who are being oppressed. The coal miners are in the midst of a strike in the Thatcher dominated UK.  Thatcher wants to close the mines, the pits, as they are called, and the coalminers walked out in protest.  But Thatcher was a hard-ass and the miners were struggling.  Like the beatings that gay men were often getting, so too the coal miners were being disrespected and beaten. Mark decides that he and his group need to step up and help.  But it becomes clear, the miners are not particularly taken with being helped by a bunch of gay men and women.  Mark and his friends name themselves "Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners" and quite literally pick a village off the map - Onllwyn, Wales - and make it their focal point.  They enlist the help of one of the activist miners, Dai (Paddy Considine) and descend upon the residents of Onllwyn, some of whom welcome them, some of whom very decidedly do not.

This story has been told many times before and no one does working class people coming together for the common good better than the Brits and this film is no different except it comes with a bit of a twist:  striking Welsh coalminers and a gay and lesbian group.  And the side stories of the miners and their families coming to grips with their own bigotry and the gay men whose families don't accept them, all in the shadow of AIDS, are especially moving.

If you are a fan of British films, you will recognize many of the faces: Bill Nighy, Imelda Staunton, Dominic West, Considine. They do a great job as do the newcomers, Schnetzer, MacKay and Jessica Gunning. 

This film is funny, poignant, bittersweet and inspiring, and as they say in the U.K. - it's bloody brilliant!  If you don't stand up and cheer at the end (well, feel like doing that at least), there's something wrong with you.

Rosy the Reviewer says...if you liked "Billy Elliot," "The Full Monty" and "Kinky Boots," you will love this film.

 

***DVDS***

You Might Have Missed

(And Some You Will Be Glad You Did)

 

Godzilla (2014)

Modern remake of the classic 1950's original
(no one likes to talk about the 1998 remake).

It seems that all of that nuclear testing that took place in the 1950's was really trying to kill Godzilla.  Who knew?  But now there is a whole lotta shaking going on and Godzilla is waking up and so are some other really nasty creatures.

The movie begins with the meltdown of a nuclear power plant that kills the wife in a husband and wife team of scientists, Joe and Sandra Brody (Bryan Cranston and Juliette Binoche).  Fast forward 15 years to San Francisco where their son, Ford Brody (Aaron Taylor-Johnson), returns from his job as a military bomb expert to his wife, Elle (Elizabeth Olsen) and his young son, only to be summoned to Japan because his father, Joe, one of those scientists seen earlier in the nuclear plant, has been arrested for trespassing on said nuclear plant because he believes something fishy is going on.  His son thinks his Dad is a conspiracy theory nut job, but it turns out Joe is right. 

Something is going on but it's not exactly fishy.  It's more like something MUTO (Massive Unidentified Terrestrial Organisms).  Scientists have been keeping a cocooned radioactive insect contained in Japan.  Why?  That's the problem.  Seems kind of stupid since the insect is being contained with massive doses of radiation which is sapping energy.  Turns out there is another one, a female, being kept in the States and when these creatures escape they cause mass destruction, because they want to mate and make more MUTOS.  And that won't be good for humanity.  It's up to Godzilla to save the day.  Yes, Godzilla is the good guy.

Sally Hawkins, Ken Wantanbe and David Strathairn round out the cast but have little more than cameos. Likewise, Binoche was only on the screen for a few minutes. How this film drew that many big names for bit parts is anybody's guess.

 

But sometimes nothing hits the movie spot like some monsters.  I get that way sometimes.  Unfortunately, you don't get to see Godzilla until you have spent almost an hour waiting for him.  But once the film gets going, it's a lot of fun in that monster movie way.  But I couldn't help thinking how much better it would have been on the big screen in Imax and 3-D.

Rosy the Reviewer says...if you are in the mood for some monsters and are not expecting "Citizen Kane," you will enjoy this.




Venus in Fur (2013)

 

Roman Polanski directs his real life wife (Emmanuelle Seigneur) in this film adaptation of David Ives' Tony winning play of the same name about a determined actress who is trying to convince a director she is perfect for his play.

 

The movie begins with a director, Thomas (Mathieu Amalric), on the phone complaining that he can't find anyone suitable for the lead in the play is going to be directing, an adaptation of Leopold von Sacher-Masoch's (he's where we get sado-masochism from) 1870 erotic novel about sado-masochism called "Venus in Furs (not to be confused with the song by the Velvet Underground)." Vanda blows in on a rainy night, late, wet, scattered, slightly trampy and wearing a dog collar.  She ironically has the same name as the character she is auditioning for (which may or may not be true). Thomas is unimpressed with her.  She is chewing gum, seemingly uneducated, but she also has a copy of the play, much to Thomas' surprise, and has even brought a costume with her.  She finally persuades him to let her read for the role.  As they read together and Vanda transforms herself into the refined upper class lady Thomas is seeking, Vanda teeters between the character Vanda and her own persona.  Slowly but surely an erotic game of cat and mouse begins and the tables are turned.  His misogyny gives way to her feminism and he finds himself humiliated. 

 

Almaric looks so much like Polanski himself, I thought it was he at first until I realized Polanski would be much older.  This is a two-hander, which means the two actors carry the show, which is in fact a play within a play within a film and Polanski throws in several homages to his own past directorial efforts, which will be fun for filmophiles to detect.

 

 Rosy the Reviewer says...Probably not everyone's cup of tea, but it's all about the acting here.

 

"My 1001 Movies I Must See Before I Die Project"

 

 

306 to go!

 

Gun Crazy (1950)

 

 

 

This could be the poster child for the NRA.  Kid grows up crazy about guns and ends up using them to rob and kill.  Nice.

Bart Tare (John Dall) had a fascination for guns from an early age.  After a stint in the military, he meets and falls madly in love with Annie Laurie Starr (Peggy Cummins), a sideshow sharpshooter.  They embark on a life of crime that culminates in an elaborate plot to steal the payroll of a meat-packing plant.  Things don't work out too well for them.

A common device in B movies was the "deadly female" leading the hapless boyfriend astray.  So no surprise that this film was also released under the title "Deadly is the Female."  It's too bad that when a female character has "spunk," she is usually a baddie.  And she talks tough too..."You will never make big money.  You are a two bit guy."

My Dad taught me to read the credits and look for actors and actresses on their way up, possibly with their original names. Here, the young Bart is played by Rusty Tamblyn, who grew up to be Russ Tamblyn of "West Side Story" fame (he was Riff). 
 

Why it's a must see: ...aesthetic innovations within low budget constraints -- the long single shot scene of a bank robbery, the chase through an abattoir --and in [the] peerless characterization of a psychotic femme fatale.  This timeless tale of amour fou was a major influence on Jean-Luc Godard's French New Wave classic "Breathless (1960)."

---"100" Movies You Must See Before You Die."

I should add MacKinlay Kantor and Dalton Trumbo wrote the screenplay, though Trumbo under a pseudonym because he had been blacklisted - he was one of the famous Hollywood Ten.

 

Rosy the Reviewer says...if you like the "B" films of old, this is a good one.




Fight Club (1999)

A mild mannered guy (Edward Norton) has such a boring life, he attends support groups just to have someone to talk to, until he meets Tyler, who shows him that fighting will give him a better life.

"The first rule about Fight Club is that you don't talk about Fight Club.  The second rule about Fight Club is that you don't talk about Fight Club." 

So go the rules as laid down by Tyler (Brad Pitt), in this movie version of Chuck Palahniuk's novel of the same name and directed by David Fincher, who went on to direct "The Social Network," "The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo" and, most recently, "Gone Girl."

Our hero, if you can call him that, narrates his own story.  He is depressed and isolated so he attends 12-step meetings so he can feel better about his own life.  He notices a woman who appears to be doing the same thing he is.  Marla (Helena Bonham Carter).  When he meets Tyler, his seeming opposite, he is led into a secret society of men who find redemption by beating the crap out of each other.

Not sure how I missed this one the first time around.  I think I was scared it was too violent (and it IS violent) or maybe I was in a rom-com phase.  Amidst the violence, the film is also humorous and ironic and it's powerful:  from the art direction to the acting to the twist ending, which has been used in a couple of films since, so I saw it coming.  And who can resist Meat Loaf with enormous breasts?
 

Why it's a must see: "...David Fincher's film stakes out manly territory in 1999's most intriguing and angry, yet witty cinematic fantasy...[it's] an exciting, distressingly inspiring movie that makes even the strangest event seem normal..."
---"100" Movies You Must See Before You Die."


Rosy the Reviewer says...whether or not you agree with the message here, you would have to agree that this film is original and fresh, and when a film is original and fresh, I am all over it. 

 

***Book of the Week***

 

 

 

I'll Drink To That :

A Life in Style, with a Twist by Betty Halbreich

 

Betty Halbreich, who has been the legendary personal shopper (though she hates that moniker) for Bergdorf Goodman for over 40 years, shares her personal story and her personal fashion sense.

Halbreich grew up a privileged only child and is old enough (86) to remember when one was supposed to wear gloves on an airplane (sounds like MY mother).  She has helped to style costumes for the actors in Woody Allen films and soaps as well as every day fashion for the rich and not so rich women off the street. She has a strong idea of what is right and wrong in fashion and in life.

But there are many anachronisms that show her age.  One that I particularly enjoyed was her no longer being able to carry a small purse once she no longer had a husband.  I guess your husband is supposed to carry all of your essentials in his pockets so you can carry a tiny fashionable clutch!  Nowadays you just see the husband carrying the purse!

She married young and her husband turned out to be a womanizer and alcoholic and when they finally split up, she had a nervous breakdown.  When she was able to pull herself together, she fell into a job at Bergdorf Goodman, which gave her purpose, even though working was not something her class did in those days. Working the floor as a salesperson was not her cup of tea, but she was able to carve a niche for herself as a personal shopper.  She became beloved for her tactful but honest opinions. She is so opinionated that she won't sell something that she thinks is too expensive or wrong for her "patients," er, clients. She thinks of them almost as patients because they share so much with her of their lives and there is an intimacy in helping people find what looks good on their bodies.  That's why people go to her.  She tells it like it is but has great compassion for people.

"I wasn't beyond letting a client walk out empty-handed.  An appointment was a failure in my eyes only if the woman didn't walk away feeling better than when she came in.  That was challenge enough with all that people have to endure."

 

Rosy the Reviewer says...Halbreich is a true original and her views on fashion, etiquette and manners are fascinating.  If you love fashion and candid memoirs, you will enjoy this book.

 

**My A-HA Moment of the Week**

 

People don't seem to know how to apologize anymore.

 

These are NOT apologies:

 

"I'm sorry you feel that way."

"If I hurt you, I'm sorry."

"I deeply regret..."

"I am sorry you misinterpreted what I said."

"We both said things we regret."

"I am sorry this happened."

"If I made a mistake, I'm sorry."

(or any statement that begins with "If")

 

These statements imply that you didn't do anything wrong and actually puts the blame back on the person you are apologizing to.  An apology must include YOUR responsibility.

 

Also don't try to justify yourself. Avoid the word "but."

 

"I'm sorry I hurt you but this is really hard for me too."

 

This is what a real sincere apology sounds like:

 

"I am sorry I hurt you.  I didn't mean to do that."

"I can see that I hurt you by what I said.  I am really sorry."
"I realize what I did and said was really shitty and I am SO sorry."

 

 

Remember, an apology has two components: 1) Admission of error. 2) Regret for the action.

Something I am sure we all need to work on.

 

Thanks for Reading!

 

See you Tuesday

 

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"My Son"

      

 

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Friends: Old and New

I am reading a memoir ("Before the Year Dot") by my favorite soap star on my favorite British soap.  June Brown is the actress and "Eastenders" is the soap. (I have been watching that show for over 25 years, since it was first introduced to American audiences on PBS).

In her memoir she says about old friends,

"In the end I lost touch with most of my school friends but when you meet people who were your childhood friends you just pick up where you left off.  You have your childhood in common and your youth - there is an understanding there that you don't share with friends you make when you are older.  Your childhood friends know you as you were - before the baggage of life and age attached itself."

I latched onto that because I think it is so true.

I have been fortunate enough to keep in touch with some childhood friends over the years and have found many more of my old friends through Facebook.  I know there are many of you out there who believe Facebook is evil, and that might be true to a certain extent, but Facebook has also put me back in touch with those childhood friends who knew me as I was..."before the baggage of life and age attached itself."  And we have indeed picked up where we left off, sharing memories and getting to know our new selves, the ones with baggage. 

It's funny, though, what each of us remembers and what each of us has forgotten.  For example, my college roommate and I used to play a card game (Nertz) almost every night our Freshman year, a card game that SHE taught ME.  I recently asked her about the scoring.  I remember how to play the game, but I couldn't remember how it was scored.  SHE NOT ONLY DID NOT REMEMBER THE SCORING SHE DIDN'T REMEMBER PLAYING THAT GAME WITH ME AT ALL!

But I can forgive her.  Memories are strange things.  We retain some; discard others.  Some mean more to me; some mean more to them. Some get tarnished or embellished with time.

I have many happy memories.  I have learned a lot from my friends - old and new.

Here is what we were like before age and "the baggage" set in and some things I learned from them.

One of my very early friends was Bobby, who lived down the alley from us.  We used to play Robin Hood and Maid Marian in the rock garden next door to his house.  His family had a bomb shelter in their back yard.  That's when I started worrying about the bomb.

 

When I was seven, we moved, and my best friend was another boy - Chucky.  He lived around the block from me and his family also had a collie, except it was one of those black and brown collies.  His name was Buzzy.  Here Buzzy and Echo (our collie) are playing and running free as dogs did in those days. Chucky and I acted out all of the "Twins" books ("The Dutch Twins," "The American Twins of the Revolution," etc. ) by Lucy Fitch Perkins.  They were boy and girl twins so that fit perfectly into our dramatizations.  We also played with my dolls together. His Dad didn't like that.  I learned much later that Chucky was one of the early victims of AIDS.

 

 

Barbie was one of my best friends in elementary and middle school.  You can see how much I liked her because I am photo bombing the picture with my fingers behind her head (someone should bomb my glasses and hair).  She and her family (that's her sister in the foreground with the glasses) lived in a fantastic mansion with a ballroom on the top floor, and we would go up there and play dress up and get up to all kinds of mischief.  I remember loving her mother. 

Barbie and I went to camp together when we were seven.  I was a fussy eater and we were required to take at least one bite of everything served to us. I would gag just thinking about it.  I also couldn't swim and was not good at making lanyards.  I think it got to be too much, and I humiliated myself by crying for my Mom.  When I was trying to go to sleep at night I would see tuna fish sandwiches and my mother's face swirling around and it was more than I could bear.  They let me call my Mom and then I managed to make it for the rest of the time.  Barbie never held that against me.

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First big crush.  In grade school he called me a freckled faced monster and I hit him with my bucket purse.  But here we are older - 7th grade.  I asked him to a Sadie Hawkins type dance and he said yes. He taught me to like nice, tall, handsome boys.

Janice was one of my best friends since middle school (we called it Junior High in those days).  She was the first to like Bob Dylan (I'm talking 8th grade here and we were so sophisticated we loved his "Baby Let Me Follow You Down"), when even the DJ's didn't know who he was and didn't pronounce his name properly - they called him Bobby Die-lyn.  She wrote wonderful poetry and was very intellectual. We worked on the problems of the world.  We even started a school Philosophy Club together.  She taught me what it was to be cool.

Another best friend, Linda, was an only child so her parents took me on lots of trips with them - Chicago, Florida, New England.  I have so many memories, but one in particular was her showing me how to shave my legs and some other girl stuff.  My mother was clueless when it came to that kind of thing.  Linda taught me what it was to be a loving friend.

We are the smarty pants being inducted into the Honor Society but starting to show our rebellious side.   Long story about Charles Hackley.

Speaking of rebellious, it's the late 60's.  My roommate in college.  Poor girl.  She wanted a non-smoking roommate, but I couldn't say I smoked on my college application. My mother would see.  I remember my parents dropping me off on the first day and then when they left, flopping down in a chair and with my best Tallulah Bankhead impression (I was very dramatic) saying to her, "By the way, I smoke and I sleep with my boyfriend."  What could she do?  So we became best friends.  She taught me about being a loyal friend even when I was a pain in the butt.

And here we are at Thanksgiving at my parent's home. She lived on the West Coast and we were in college in Michigan so she came home with me.  We are thinking we are very cool in our "kooky" sunglasses.  And, Mom, what's with that wallpaper?

Right after college, I moved to San Francisco.  That was what everyone from Michigan was doing in those days.  My first job was working for the Bank of America and Jeanne was my best friend there.  She was a Californian. She just about choked on her lunch when I said I wanted some "pop," meaning a soft drink.  She also couldn't believe anyone would eat doughnuts with apple cider, a Fall highlight of my growing up years in Michigan.  She taught me it was OK to be opinionated and not to suffer fools.  I liked that.  I just found her recently on Facebook after over 40 years.  We just picked up where we left off.

After a horrible divorce that left me devastated, I met soon-to-be Hubby and his friends and they took me on.  Let's just say it was the 80's.  They taught me how to party again.

 

When Hubby was immersed in the computer industry, he traveled to the UK frequently and I got to tag along.  We made many friends there.  They taught us that some things travel well:  friendship. 

 

If you read my blog post on my Swedish heritage, you know all about my cousin Jane. Having her in my life has been a great gift. She looked after my son when he studied in Sweden, she and her husband have made the effort to travel with us in Europe and she is that wonderful link to my mother's Swedish side of the family.   

 

And as for new friends... ten years ago, Hubby and I took a leap and moved to a completely new city, not knowing anyone.  We had heard that people in Seattle were friendly and polite, but not likely to invite you over for BBQ.  That is true to a certain extent, but despite the difficulty of meeting and making friends when you are older and encumbered with that aforementioned baggage, we have some wonderful friends who have welcomed us over for BBQ!

So many wonderful friendships in my life, and I am so glad I am still in touch with many of the people I have known over the years, even if it's just in cyberspace. Barbie, Candy, Lois, Janice, Linda, Rick, Ralph, Paul, Jeanne, David, Stephen, Dan, Bob, John, Leslie, Bill, Glenn, Steve, Judy, Lois, Lesley, Myra, Janie, Chris, Jim and John. So many more and too many new faces to list here.

No matter what you feel about the Internet or Facebook or any form of social media, it does have the power to bridge the time gap, to reach out over time and bring back happy memories and reunite us with those who knew our young and pure selves, before we had all of that baggage to carry.

Thinking about them all, I am wondering if our memories of each other would be the same.  If they remember the same things that I remember.  What remains and what has fallen away?

  

My 50th High School Reunion will take place in 2016 and I plan to attend so I can see my "childhood" friends in person once again.  And you know what?  I think we will just pick up where we left off!

 

Have you reunited with your childhood friends?

 

 

 

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