In June of 1967, Steve finished his Master’s degree at Pittsburg State University in Pittsburg, Kansas, and he and I moved to North Carolina. He was hired to teach basic speech classes at Appalachian State University in Boone, NC, and would start in the fall. For income during the summer, he—brace yourself, if you know … [Read more…]
In the month of June, Steve and I traveled to seven states and worshiped on Sundays in five different states—Indiana, Tennessee, Kentucky, Maryland, and Ohio. It’s been quite an adventure. At the Kentucky church, Summit Church of Christ, I met an old friend, Barbara Wims, that I hadn’t seen since we were 15 years old. … [Read more…]
In 2010, my high school friend, Deloris Hutton, invited several women who had graduated from Portland High School in 1962 (Yikes! Really? That sounds prehistoric) to meet at her house in Louisville for a small reunion. The plan was to arrive on Tuesday afternoon and leave Thursday morning. Four of us jumped at the chance … [Read more…]
So there we were in Chattanooga, high school friends getting together to rehash old times and catch up on the year’s news. We missed one dear friend that usually comes, but the four of us who were there couldn’t quit listening and laughing. We’ve all made new friends, but we’re also keeping the old–the “gold”, from … [Read more…]
I want to be Nena Miller. We first knew her as the wife of Steve’s department chair, Edd Miller. She was a gracious hostess and a smiling presence at any social function. At the annual department picnic, I rarely had a conversation with Nena because she was always playing with the children. On the floor … [Read more…]
What a rich fall I’m having! Time with Enid, a long weekend in the Smokies with my family (all nine of us), a day to myself at the lovely Hilton Anatole, traveling with Steve, and time with dear friends we hadn’t seen in years. Time with old friends is so dear. We talked about our … [Read more…]
Another friend is dying. I remember my dad telling me, “It seems like everyone I love is dying,” and he was younger than I am now. Linda is only 56 and that is too young. Her children and grandchildren still need her. I first knew Linda as a relatively new mother, struggling to get two … [Read more…]
A friend recently invited me to a luncheon at her house because “my Kenton County friends want to meet my Campbell County friends.” Her invitation said that her golfing friends wanted to meet her non-golfing friends, which must boil down to the same thing. That made me think about how I group my friends into … [Read more…]
