Archive for August, 2011

August 31, 2011

Reunited And It Feels So Much The Same

                                               “Such an odd thing, friendship.” – Miss Marple in They Do It With Mirrors.

   I was barely five when I met my first best friend,Valerie. She lived down the street from my house, and we spent endless hours  playing Barbie’s, reading Tiger Beat magazine,and arguing over who loved David Cassidy more. (Just for the record, I believe I loved David Cassidy more!) I wanted to be with her all the time.

As the years moved on our small group expanded to include Valerie’s younger sister, Kelly, and two other neighborhood girls, Brenda and Connie. We spent the majority of our time sitting on the front steps talking and listening to the radio. There were sleep-overs,and C.Y.O.dances,and sometimes we’d even convince one of our moms to drive us out the highway to the mall. We knew everything about each other, good and bad.

I can’t recall the exact day we stopped calling each other,but one by one my friends  dropped off my radar. We each had new lives as adults in new places with new people.It seemed a natural progression of life. I have seen a few of them over the years when I’ve  visited my dad, but it was always a quick greeting, a wave, or a small chat. I hadn’t thought much about those days in a long time,and if I’m honest, some things I’d rather forget.

A few weeks after my first blog post I was reading Christie’s “They Do It With Mirrors”  It’s the story of two sisters who had gone to school with Miss Marple and need her help  investigating  a – what else?- murder.  The two sisters in the mystery got me thinking about my own friends and what they might be up to these days.

While in the midst of  reading my Christie novel I received an invitation via Facebook to attend a reunion with my own childhood friends. Over the past year,thanks to the powers of Facebook, I’ve been able to reconnect with Kelly and Connie. Recently Valerie has logged on, but Brenda remained elusive. No one seemed to know where she was living. She had become real mystery  and there would be no Miss Marple to solve this case!

As if she sensed our search for her, Brenda turned up living quite close to Kelly and Connie. It seems she was hiding in plain sight. Sounds like a plot for a Christie novel! We agreed too much time had passed and made a date to get together. The day we were to meet, I had to admit I was nervous. It had been twenty years since we’d been together. What would we talk about? Would the afternoon be filled with hesitant smiles and awkward silences?

It may have been the first hug, the first laugh, the first drink, I don’t know, but it seemed that time had not touched us. We sat around Kelly’s table talking for nearly seven hours. It  wasn’t long enough! In my heart I was seventeen again.  We have promised to meet again in October.

Christie wrote that friendship is an odd thing, and I believe that to be true. Odd how the clock spins back time when you are with  the friends of childhood.