My movie today was going to be WINTER'S LIGHT but Film Struck struck out. So....
My first best friend (originally posted in 2013)
When I was five, a girl finally moved onto our street in Philadelphia. She had brown hair and gray eyes and was beautiful. She liked all the things I liked. People used to call us the Bobbsey Twins. Although if you looked carefully, you would see her fingernails were always clean, her socks never drooped.
I bossed her around mercilessly. (She was tolerant of bossy friends)
Her mother served us pretzels and pepsi on a tray, which I found amazing. We made tents that went on for miles. Her mother had trunks full of costumes we liked to dress up in. We did all the things girly girls did in the fifties. She was good at the hula hoop and skating. I was good at hopscotch and jacks. We each had a Ginny doll. Hers was pristine. Mine was so messy it had to be replaced. We had sleepovers. We were Brownies together. She was a Methodist. I was a Lutheran.
In sixth grade, we finally landed in the same classroom, our dream come true. Oddly, this was the beginning of the end because she had built up a group of classroom friends and so had I. It was hard to separate home from school. Doris got her attention at recess. Ruth had mine.
When we went off to junior high school, I found more new friends and so did she. I should have kept in touch with Sally Walton. I wonder where she is now. Happy and healthy I hope. I am betting her fingernails are cleaner than mine. But maybe she doesn't garden.
Who was your first friend?
Such glamor inside our teensy row house. We are six.
The boy is my brother, Jeff. We are at the zoo and I remember this day. It was the only time I remember being there until Phil and I went there years later.
9 comments:
I love those pictures! You can really see that it's you, can't you? And you look very neat in that first picture.
Those pictures are fabulous, Patti! And I like the story you shared, too. There's just something about those best friends...
John Berg. We went to school together grades K through 8 and through high school. He didn't live walking, or even bike riding, distance from me, so our parents had to drive us to each other's house. Thus we didn't se each other as much during the summer. His Dad was an airline pilot for American Airlines, flying the L. A. to Hawaii route, so he was gone a lot, but they got to go there several times a year (I never did get there). Since my mother was allergic to seafood, his mom always made tuna sandwiches when I was there. What a treat. We're still in very occasional contact, via email, but he still lives in SoCal while I'm here in Portland.
My first best friend was Brian Edwards in Palm Springs CA. His father installed sprinkler systems--owned the company I believe and had been a minor league coach. Brian and I were inseparable until I moved to Westwood CA. Years later I tried to reach him when I was visiting the Springs. Unfortunately his mother told me he was spending the summer working at a gas station in Anaheim (remember full service gas stations?) Never did track him down.
My high school best friend Howard and I are still best friends. We still talk every day. Ironically Howard and his wife moved to Palm Springs...
(Rick Libott)
How did FilmStruck fail? Simply down/not loading? I still have to a0 find my Bergman box again in the storage boxes and b) look at my dvd of WINTER LIGHT.
I can certainly see why you might be dubbed the BTs.
I'm not sure if I responded to your first post back when, but I sure wish I could remember the name of my first really good friend, as we knew each other when I was 4yo in Fairbanks, AK...she was a native nations girl my age, and we played together and with her year-younger brother...her family lived in the house with the back yard that bordered my family's house' next-door neighbors. I remember being very reluctant to follow their example and use their parents' VW Bug as an improvised slide--my father was a gearhead, and neither of my parents would've approved paint scuffing potential any more than I'm sure her parents did--and I remember more vaguely other bits of typical 4yo adventuring. I also remember thinking her mother was very beautiful, as well as very gracious to this grave little boy who popped up from somewhere nearby one day. We moved away from Alaska some months later, and, again, I don't even remember her name. My earliest friend I do remember the name of was a girl I knew from down the street in Massachusetts named Kimberly Sweeney...I remember a Lot of games of "Chinese checkers" among other pursuits...
Had forgotten all about Chinese Checkers.
Suddenly a box posted saying it could not show the film now. Not sure if was a Roky problem, a Filmstruck problem or a Comcast problem. Or even a Samsung problem.
We were in Palm Springs a few years ago. I was supposed to meet up with Ron Scheer but he got sick. Never did get to meet him. A great disappointment.
a great story. My first close childhood friend was Tony. We went to grade school together. but he later moved away and we lost touch. We did eventually become friends on facebook. Both of us had changed a lot.
There's a nice review of Megan's GIVE ME YOUR HAND on page 60 of the latest issue of MYSTERY SCENE!
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