Yep. These girls are mighty serious about their wildness, too. Don't get in their way. They are not to be taken lightly, these six year olds. They will take you down.Or not.
Dearest Sister found this photo of my sixth birthday party in the 'Way Back Machine'. That is me, Iron Needles (before I was Iron Needles...) holding something in the front, and that is Dearest Sister, looking covetously on. She is going to take control of it the minute I lay it down. Be sure of that.
Immediately to my right, and the only one looking like she is having fun, is BFF. We became Best Friends Forever in kindergarten, and still are in touch today. If you follow the comments on this blog, she signs off as 'Tish'. We were inseparable back in the day. She says she considered Dearest Sister and myself as sisters. I know most weekends we were at one or the other's homes. I also remember we got into a fair amount of trouble together, but this is not the forum for that now, is it!
I remembered two of the other girls, as they lived in our 'hood, but drew a blank when it came to the rest of the party. I emailed the photo to BFF and asked if she recognized any of them. She had some ideas, but nothing that rang bells for me. For me, it's about Dearest Sister and BFF, and the house on Walnut in Greensburg in front of which we are standing where Dearest Sister and I was mostly raised, and which is no longer there since the tornado.
Interestingly enough, Dearest Sister was through Greensburg not long ago, and remarked that a Habitat House has been built on this same lot. While the tornado has completely changed landscape of my hometown, it is still alive.
I know where Dearest Sister lives and what she is doing...powerful exec by day, struggling blogger by night. I know where BFF is and what she is doing...moving force in the rebuilding of the community stricken by the. most. powerful. tornado EVER, television star (yes she is!), wife and mother and healthcare professional. I know who and what I am trying to do...crazy cat woman, cookie baker extraordinaire, book collector, and yarn hoarder (shhh...don't tell Wonderful Guy!) I know one of my party peeps was taken by cancer. The others? Well, maybe one became Hillary Clinton's personal assistant and confidente, and will soon write a tell-all memoir. Another, maybe, is living barefoot in the hills of Northern California, eating pine nuts and hugging trees and making her own wine . One is an artist in Paris, drawing horses, mostly. She was always good at drawing horses...and one is a rocket scientist. Because one always needs to be a rocket scientist in the posse.
At least in my posse.
4 comments:
I love your abc-along! I'll be sad when the alphabet is over.
I couldn't be "budding blogger", or "blogger of great potential"? No, you are correct, I am a struggling blogger. I changed my template and lost my 'tracking code' (I didn't remember having one, but I did). I thought I had offended everyone, since it seemed noone was reading!
Random thought: remember playing school in the 'south room'?
This is a really sweet picture!
I love that picture! You are all so cute. I remember wearing a dress to school every single day, in every season; I remember the el cheapo tights that would shrink after the first washing so you couldn't get the crotch higher than midthigh, and you ditched them with enormous relief as soon as the weather was warm enough.
When I was six my sister wasn't born yet, but I already knew my oldest friend, and I am still in touch with her. She lives 3000 miles away, more's the pity and thank goodness for email.
Such memories! Thanks!
Now I wear blue jeans to work: a bit less graceful, to be sure, but infinitely preferable in cold weather.
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