This post inspired by Ragtag Daily Prompt: Friendship
I couldn’t let this prompt opportunity go by…although it also has inspired me to write a longer piece on this powerful topic at a later date…
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I have often thought…where would I be without my friends?
Now and in the past.
I don’t think I want to know.
Being somewhat of a loner, I was never part of a large “crowd” when I was growing up. I did, however, have “true friends” (as I called them) and included this small tribute to them in a diary entry. In the Memorandum section at the end of December, when I was in the eighth grade:
These are some friends of mine (own age) that I have known & liked very much. They have stuck up for me when I was down, been faithful & kind & above all a close friend I could trust. I won’t forget them wherever I go.
I listed 2 girls. One of the two is still my faithful friend.
My girlfriends were my salvation. In a difficult childhood. And the years that followed. Even at the age of 13, I apparently understood friendship…faithful, kind, trusting.
Again, I can’t imagine life without them…
I am still in touch with several special friends from high school – who each went down very different paths, but remained connected to me. College also left me with several friends who I cherish to this day. As did my work life, my parenting life and my empty nest life. My friends have enriched my life beyond measure. Some have passed away and my heart hurts with missing them.
One “summer friend” – from a high school summer job 300 miles from home – sewed patches for my threadbare bellbottom jeans – “crewel work” embroidery displaying the perfect message. The jeans eventually disintegrated. But I cut the patches out…they are now behind glass in a frame which hangs on the wall in my “writing room.”
I am still friends with this wonderful generous woman 47 years later.
Does anyone remember the old Girl Scout song?…
Make new friends, but keep the old.
One is silver and the other gold….
I am still making new friends.
I hope you are too.
Happy to be friends with you for many years now. I remember eating lunch together in the cafeteria freshman year of high school (1968), and becoming good
friends. So that makes 50 years! Happy Golden Friendship Anniversary! LOL!
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Yes! those were fun times. Lunch was a fitting beginning don’t you think? 🙂
Fifty years…the stories we could tell!!
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I love this. I only have a handful of friends left from when I was very young, but I have two best friends. They live so far away though and I crave a bigger variety of contact than I have with email and phone.
My very best (don’t tell the other 😉) and I met in a campground in Biloxi, Mississippi 47 years ago. Within 10 minutes, upon finding out that our journey would take us to New York City, she gave me the keys to her college apartment by Columbia University because I had actually thought I could camp in Central Park!
We’ve been best friends ever since!!
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That’s a great story and very revealing of the deep friendship that you had/have. (thinking about camping in Central Park..now that’s a funny story!). Thank you for your comment.
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Love your post so much, friends for the duration are the ones that mean so much to us. Bell Bottom patch, oh those were the days…wonderful that you kept it. Thanks for sharing.
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I am so glad you liked it. Friendships of many years are the best. Thanks for your comment!
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This is such a lovely post. I adore the patch, beautiful poetry to wear, and eventually hang on your wall!
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Thank you! I am glad I kept it too.
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