Wednesday, 30 January 2013
By Marcy Belson
This morning, reading Lyn's tribute to her friend, Mary, has opened the floodgates to my storehouse of memories. A lifetime of good friends, so many stories, so many good times together. They are all gone, my friends, amazingly so.
My cousin Katie has said several times, how terrible it is that I have lost all of my old friends. Well, I guess everyone does, I just lost mine a little sooner than later.
Roberta taught me how to entertain, how to interact with those who might not be friends, how to laugh...
...and see the small wildflowers in my path.
Marj showed me another world. She was a policewoman in the days when there were few women in the field and she was tested, each and every day.
She was a loving friend, always there for me. A phone call, after we each moved from our hometown, every Saturday morning. She was a sister to me, she was my best friend.
Harriette was a professor who came into my life in her retirement. We were quilters, frequently having meals together and always game to see what was new in our world. My last email from her was a recipe. She sent me "care" packages after we moved from the city, always food.
Jean traveled yearly from the South to her second home in the Northwest. Caring and careful, she planned roadtrips and events to keep us in touch.
In front of the doorway to a quilt shop in Pousbo, Washington, is a tile that says, "In Friendship, Marcy and Jean, New Best Friends and Quilters.”
Under that tile is another with "Husbands of Quilters, Gordon and Bob.” It says "new best friends" because when in passing I mentioned my best friend Marj, Jean said she would be my "new best friend.”
Suzanne, ah what a woman. I remember sitting in the sand watching the bathtub races with her. I remember another sandy beach in Mexico where we spent the morning making "sand candles" with Suzanne as our teacher.
We visited each other, either in person or by phone, all over the USA.
Bennie, my traveling friend. We circled much of the globe with our husbands from Hawaii to Paris and Rome. We were fearless and we had stories to tell endlessly, mostly with laughter as part of the story.
In recent years, the loss of many newer friends in the Northwest has left me feeling bereft but I also know I have been blessed with friendship with all of these women - smart, talented and happy to share their lives with me.
Now, I march to my own drummer and remember a time when I marched with a cadre of good friends, old friends.
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