My husband stays in touch with people from his past. High school friends, people from the same little Texas town, old co-workers, people we went to church with years ago! Me? I barely stay in touch with my family. I have a few “old” friends on Facebook and we share chuckles over shared memories from time to time but there is no one in my life with whom I can sit down, over a cup of coffee, and discuss the good ol’ days and whatever happened to what’s her name and did you hear about so and so! Some times I wonder if there is something fundamentally wrong with me that I walk way, or drift away, and sever ties so completely. On the other hand … there is something to be said for living in the present.
Yesterday a lady that Bert knew from High School was in the area and she called him for directions to her hotel. Next thing I knew we were in the car headed to meet her at McDonalds. (I was appalled at that choice! McDonalds would not be my meeting place of choice but the frozen strawberry lemonade was pretty good!) It was a pleasant visit in spite of the fact that I have no clue about the people and places that peppered the conversation! It made me a little sad though. There is no one, outside of family, from my teens or before with whom I have any contact. I can barely remember the towns I lived in. Never mind the name of the street and who lived on which block next door to him who was dating her whose dad worked there, etc. You think I’m kidding? You should have heard them! It was fascinating. Kind of made me wish we had raised our kids in a small town. I’m not sure it would have kept them out of trouble entirely but there’s a good chance that we would have known soon enough to nip it in the bud!
Did you grow up in a small town? Wish you did? Live there now? And are there friends in your life today who have known you forever or do you tend to hold relationships more loosely? I’m really curious!