“We’ll be friends forever, won’t we, Pooh?” asked Piglet. “Even longer,” Winnie the Pooh answered.
I was visited by two precious friends this week, and you could have puffed me over with a feather when they came all dressed in their before-Labor Day attire, ooking all beautiful and Sunday-go-to-meeting. Cheryl Huguley and sweet Mabel from the Gadsden Public Library, an unlikely pair to begin with and a visit to wake the indolent. We had a wonderful time teasing me about everything they could remember about our friendships.
Mabel, with her to-the-point humor, remembered situations and laughter at the library. After she got through, Cheryl began to tell of two years ago and my deplorable physical state when she was night-shift CNA at Paden Ridge right after the stroke. It all was told with love and laughter.
Come by again, ladies, it was a wonderful visit!
Christian Watts is the “baby” of the Theatre of Gadsden — sort of. He played the big-eyed young man in Gypsy’s cast of traveling characters in the spring offering by the same name. He almost stole a scene or two! He went on to Jacksonville State and immediately was cast in the play “She Kills Monsters.” Sounds great. Being a JSU drama alumnus myself, I know he’s having an eye-opening good time. Break a leg, dear!
Candy Sweetin, “Miss Daisy” wishes you a wonderful birthday! Mark Ivey and Shawn Galin have reached pinnacles in their chosen medical fields. No need to tell you how proud I am of these two; they were wonderful in high school, too.
I am watching the tall trees outside my window prepare for the tempestuous weather that the weatherman assures us is coming our way tonight. They practice their swaying and supple bowing while my memory searches for long-ago reminders of days before the coming autumn, that remind me of the approaching season.
The breeze brings thoughts of warm sweaters and frosty window panes; Nancy Cornutt (Albert) urging me to “Hurry, Glenda! Aunt Audra (Kerr) is going to give everyone a dime to go to the Halloween carnival tonight!” Dimes were hard to come by in those days; the early bird gets the worm, and the dispensing of the dimes was a must.
Usually, the walk to school was an uncomplicated affair, Cabot Avenue was a long street, though, lots of dreaming to be done. Hence, Nancy’s concern about my being on time. But lately, a boy had obviously been waiting at the corner. I had no idea why he waited, but he always spoke to me. Once he even asked me my name. I stopped and turned with what I hoped an icy look, and told him he was “no gentleman” (Rhett Butler in my favorite book) and stomped away.
He was not rebuffed, in fact, he was waiting in the same spot the next day ... and I’ll leave the rest of the story until next time, ‘round town!
Glenda Byars is a correspondent for The Gadsden Times. Send submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org.