Childhood Memories
Since my blog has been up and running, a few old friends have made contact with me via email.
It has been a lovely walk down memory lane for us all.
Just before the death of Alex I started googling both old school friends and work friends to see where they are these days.
I was all set to make contact with a few when Alex died so unexpectedly hence I was rudderless for a good eighteen months.
But I’m back….and in my spare time googling again.
What!!!
You were a mayor of a town in the South Island Kevin?
How fitting. You were destined to be a star with your outgoing personality.
And Cyril, what do I say!!
I endured many years of you teasing me both at home and at school.
I wonder if you remember?
The silly thing is, I really liked your cheeky bravado personality so I didn’t take too much offence.
Occasionally you pushed it a bit too far like the time you threw my school bag out into the playground just as our school bus was pulling up.
I sobbed my little heart out as I retrieved it from quite a distance.
You had a marvelous throwing arm Cyril.
And I will never forget your nicknames for me; Jap and Fang were two of the more polite ones.
I forgave you years ago you little sod!!
I have found out in recent months that you have a successful business and furthermore a lovely family.
Well-done Cyril.
Yesterday I googled Jill, an old school friend who I lost contact with after Primary School as she went off to Boarding School in Auckland.
I was so shocked and saddened to read that she died last year.
How devastated and cheated I feel as I left it too late to reconnect.
I so wanted to catch up and reminisce with her of school days.
But most of all I wanted to tell her that it did not surprise me how she was in a profession where she made a difference in the life of people.
Research via Google gave me an excellent overview of her work.
A memory of her upside down on the jungle gym brings a smile to my face.
Her gorgeous long blonde plaits blowing in the breeze.
Her running ability; she left me for dust.
A school photo taken of us when we were seven years of age sits on the table in front of me as I write.
How young, carefree, and innocent we were.
Goodbye Jill.
I will never forget you.
I have many more stories in my head from childhood but right now I am too sad thinking about Jill.
Sandra Hobbs signing off.
Hi Sandra
Thanks for the way you expressed yourself over the death of Jill.
I cried when I read your description as I lost an old friend and I found out only when I returned home, which I must say was three years later.
I look forward to reading more of your writings.
Regards
Chris