Over the years I have been lucky to have some truly wonderful friends. One of them is Janna, who gave me a haunting book by Gail Caldwell; "Let's Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship."
While reading I found many wonderful phrases I wanted to remember. I didn't. I tried scanning back through but I can't find them. I know, I know, I should write them down or mark the pages or something but I hate interrupting my reading. And since I don't have a memory many things are lost to me. But the feeling remains. The feeling of joy over the friendship the author had with her friend, Caroline. The feeling of sadness when Caroline died. The warm fuzzy feeling I always get when I read about people who truly love their dogs.
My first "best friend" was Patty. She lived next door and although my memories of her are dim the feeling of having a true friend remains.
This picture is dated July 1960 but I wonder how long it stayed in Mom's camera before she had it developed. I was six. Patty must have been younger, but I don't remember. This was taken in our living room. That's the television on which I watched "Captain Kangaroo" and "Gunsmoke."
This one is dated May 1961. It was taken on the corner of Patty's corner lot. That was a favorite spot to hide when we played hide-and-seek on those long summer nights. I was heartbroken when Patty moved away. It seems it wasn't long after this because I was still young when the next family moved in.
I wish I could remember more about Patty. I imagine we played dolls and probably cowboys with my ranch set. I'm sure we caught lightening bugs. Patty went to a different (Catholic) school so she was my "at home" friend.
Who was your first best friend? What did you enjoy doing?