Make new friends but keep the old;
one is silver and the other gold.
When a chance of something good comes along, one must drop everything and take it! I had that chance tonight, and it needs to last in my memory a while. A friend I’ve known since we raised our babies together came into town yesterday to help her daughter (my son’s age) organize a household for movers. I’ve had the pleasure of seeing this old friend several times in the past two years while her daughter lived here, and now she’ll be gone again. We live far apart and just don’t have the opportunity to see each other often, although we call and e-mail often.
My friend and I met in one small city, and then happened to move to Kansas City at about the same time with our husbands. Soon enough we had children, and spent many days together, watching the children play while we talked and talked, and then talked some more. We had being young mothers in common, but somehow it seems more important to say we were/are reading buddies . I suppose there were book groups then, but we became our own group. So many years ago, even more magazines published fiction like The New Yorker, so we also read Redbook, Atlantic Monthly and The Saturday Evening Post. We read all kinds of books and avidly discussed them. We had wonderful times with husbands, with our children and talked endlessly about every thing on the planet, and we read.
Tonight I drove across town, saw a beautiful sunset, and spent three marvelous hours with my friend and her daughter. It was a pleasure to start right up talking, talking, about books along with everything else. We cannot keep up with all the threads that make up the tapestry of our lives, but we will continue to follow one or two threads once in a while.
It is a golden gift to have such a friend.
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