The questions will have to continue as a way for us all to keep in touch until I get back to my computer.
Everyone probably has a friend that they’ve known for years. Perhaps it was someone you were friends with in grade school and you continued to stay friends. Perhaps you had a neighbor who became your best friend…Friends are wonderful and the oldest ones in our lives are usually the most cherished!
So on this Saturday, the question for today is, “Who is your oldest friend?”
See you when I can,
Blessings, Jeanne
Awesome question! Mine is both a mentor and close friend. She’s a good 15 years older than me, but God just connected us in a deep way. I’ve learned a lot from her over the years, and she’d say the same. We might go months, even years without connecting, but we just continue as before. 🙂
My oldest and dearest and best friend is June, who I’ve known since we were in first grade together!! (This year we turn(ed) 72, so it’s been a while!) We were best friends almost instantly, and have stayed connected for all these years. Her parents were like second parents to me; her mother was my 4H leader, and taught me to sew. We have laughed together and cried together, and last year, after losing my other close friend, I went to June’s house and spent a week or so, just healing from my loss. (years earlier they had met when Joyce and my son and I went back to Mich. to visit.) We sometimes did nothing more than sit in the same room, reading our individual books, or knitting. We spent one afternoon in her sewing room, and one morning we went blueberry picking. It was all very comforting, and helpful.
Coincidentally, June and I have ended up with last names that are one letter different! We have had the same sewing machine at least twice, the same iron, the same vacuum cleaner; we have even bought the same fabrics–2000 miles apart! We also had the same surgery (at which point my mother said, “you can stop copying each other now!” LOL). There are, of course, some things different about us–I’m a doll person, she isn’t; she’s a history buff, I’m not.
She is my best and dearest friend, the sister I never had, and I am so thankful she is in my life.
Prayers continue for you and George, Jeanne–I hope you are getting some good sleep tonight!!
This was an easy one for me, Jeanne! My oldest friend, Alberta, has been a dear friend for almost 63 years, but it didn’t start out that way. Since she is 3 years younger than I am, she first was my sister’s friend. She was in 3rd grade and I was in 6th, way too “sophisticated” for her!! Ha, ha! We had just moved to Hillsboro, and her mother was the 4th grade teacher at the local school. My mother became the principal’s secretary, so our mother’s were friends, and eventually, our whole families became friends. Since Alberta was an only child, and we were a family of four girls, we spent a lot of holidays together, and she became a second sister to us, or rather a fifth sister!.
As the years rolled on, I guess she got to my degree of “sophistication” (Ha, ha, again) and we became closer. We both wanted to become teachers, and went to the same college, became roommates and sorority sisters, graduated together, married and were each others maid of honor. We are god parents to each other’s first child, and although she lives in another part of the state, about 200 miles away, we still visit, and keep up the old fashioned way, by snail mail. She doesn’t like computers, so we write. We are both grandmothers now, and share our lives still.
I have known a lot of people in my lifetime, but none so long and precious as Alberta.
I hope you both had more and better sleep last night, and here’s hoping we are able to have a “Sunday Special”!!!
My dearest friend is Jan. We met when I was 6 and she was 5. Both our families had moved to the same location and our families became “ relatives” sharing holidays, family events and some vacations. We live around 4-5 hours away now, but we keep in touch often through texting and phone calls. I’m planning a trip this summer to spend time with her and puck up where we left off. She and I both got into dolls as children, then as adults. In the last few years, while I have remained loving my dolls, she is so into hand bags, which I kind of like too. We always like the same things and reminisce about our wonderful memories and how they shaped our lives.
Hope you sleep better tonight, Jeanne. And I hope George gets through the day and also rests easy.
Excuse me but “pick up where we left off.”
Hope George had a better night and you were able to catch a few winks.
We have had some sprinkles which are welcome, but supposed to clear up by tomorrow. I’ll take some red/white/blue flowers to the cemetery today in preparation for Memorial Day. Then Monday, we’ll walk over and see the lovely display of flags and view the veteran’s program. There is usually a big crowd and we always run into someone we know.
Maybe you can get outside and take a little walk today while George rests. Keep up your spirits and before you guys know it, it will be time to head home. I was thinking come fall, that a few chicks might be welcome back at your place. Not too many, just a sweet group of four. One of our neighbors has that many that we visit as we walk by everyday. And how is Reuben doing at home? I’m sure he is anxiously awaiting the arrival of his people next week.
Good day to you both.
Hi everyone,
It’s nice to get to know all your oldest friends and see what the connection was that made it happen. Aren’t friends wonderful???
I got some rest last night….about 4 or 5 hours I think…our pastor bought me a fan…for a “noise maker” and gave it to me this morning…so tonight I think I’ll use it right by my head to drown out some of the MANY noises around here.
The pain is still pretty intense but his dr was just in here and said that’s to be expected. He said he was doing well…waiting for some gas to kick in before he can have anything besides ice chips. He said he doesn’t have an appetite at all…
His dr said he wants to just take things slow and not rush…he’s really laid back and not in a hurry at all. He said the pathology report might be back before we even go home.
My hubby is walking whenever he can…and feeling better but still hurting…
But he’s gonna make it and it’s a GLORIOUS feeling…I mean REALLY wonderful.
I’m sure I must be the happiest and most grateful and blessed woman in all of St. Louis!!
Thanks so much…I might be meeting Linda from St Louis tomorrow and looking forward to meeting her…
Blessings, Jeanne
Thanks for the update, Jeanne; you are both in my prayers, and often in my thoughts.
Hi Everyone – I’m rather late today but still wanted to participate. My oldest and dearest friend is Chrisie. We met in kindergarten and were in the same room through the 6th grade. We also attended the same Jr and High schools. We lost touch for a few years then ended up marrying brothers !! She is such a kind, loving and compassionate person. We have shared so much in life she is like a sister to me.
Jeanne, I am so glad to hear of George’s progress – up and walking that is amazing. I am sorry to hear of the pain he is enduring and pray that will subside. There is much to be thankful for and also much that lies ahead. One step at a time; one day at a time. Know that we all are praying for George and you.
Leigh
George was going to be in the hospital 5 days, if I have that right. Do you go home tomorrow? Can he eat at this point or is jello the main menu for a few more days. I’m glad it has so many flavors, and I’m sure you will make it better than the hospital does. I always wondered why theirs is so solid.
This is behind you and lots of things are ahead of you, most of them nice. Won’t it be nice to see your kitchen again? And Reuben, not to mention Rebecca.
My oldest friend is probably Evie. She moved away from next door while I was in grad school, but we still call ourselves neighbors. We went to Europe together in 1968 — a great trip. I saw Stonehenge while you could still go hug the stones — hard because they are quite large, but worth the effort. We took a bus to the nearest town, a taxi to Stonehenge, and then we walked backwards for as long as we could see it. Five highlights: the skyline of Rome, with all that history written in its architecture; standing in the rain outside the castle in Heidelberg, watching people waltz inside; the palace at Knossos in Crete;
seeing the Winged Victory at the Louve (also Mona Lisa and Vermeer’s Lacemaker); seeing real Rembrandts and my favorite Vermeer (called variously The Cook or The Milkmaid) in Amsterdam. Just last week we watched several episodes of The Crown together.