Memories

I'm reminded of the old church song "Precious Memories how they linger" and they do. This past week or so I've gotten back in touch with some dear old friends. We went to school together and pretty much every weekend we would hang out together.

Now, via FACEBOOK, we talk about our familes, our kids, and in my case my grandsons. It's been great hearing from them once again.

In one of Angels post to Sundra and me she talked about true friends will always be friends. Maybe it's because we were friends for the right reason. Non of us were what they called "town people" meaning we lived out in the country and our parents had to work hard for what we had. We weren't friends because our parents were members of the country club kind of thing.


The thing that I remember is that no matter what Sundra was always there when I needed her. I only have a younger brother, but to me Sundra was my little sister I never had. Sundra was in my wedding and through the years she has always one of my dearest friends.

The stories we could tell, Sundra and myself.... stories of seeing just how many people we could take to the drive-in show in Magee, her Dad fussing about all of us eating everything at her house... but you know what I always felt welcome there.

Times have changed and for all of us... but as long as we keep the memories -- those precious memories... we can step back and once again smile and be young for a brief second.

To my two dear friends, Sundra and Angel, we may have moved away, but not apart and above all like the song Bob Hope would end his show with.. THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES...