Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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I can't believe I just typed a whole page of stories and it disappeared when I was trying to create a profile. I hope this works...
ReplyDeleteTori and Lisa, I'm SO HAPPY you created this web site! I will visit it often.
My last story I wrote was long and now I have tired hands. I will write again later but hope to read other stories about Bob. I'm sure they will make me laugh, as Bob always did.
Good luck running Tori. You were born the youngest, but your strength, intelligence, and beauty has ALWAYS been a beacon. Not only Bob, but everyone who knows you have always admired your determination and accomplishments. You Go Girl!
Love ya,
Kathy
Hi everyone.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to try to write a story about Bob. As many of you know, Bob was my childhood best friend. I met him when I was about 4 years old. Of coarse I don't remember that day but all my early childhood memories involve Bob and the Hunter clan. We lived next door to each other. we were always together, two scrawny toeheads playing in the back yard, first in the sandbox, then as we got older we graduated to the sand pit. Behind our houses, over the railroad tracks, down a gravel hill and over a wire fence, Bob and I went down to the sand pit. We weren't alone, there were other kids who played there too, the Griffins, Garulays, Cashins...all the kids within a square quarter mile hung out there. It was a playground with swings and jungle gyms, it had no play equiptment at all. It was a gravel pit with mounds of sand, rocks and weeds. There was a brook which was 1/2 spring fed and 1/2 runoff, and there was a pond that everyone just called Roundy. This wasted area belonged to the Government and for at least a dozen years it was our play yard. In the Spring and Summer we built forts, made dams in the brook, learned to catch poliwogs and fish in the pond. In the winter it was our sledding and skating place. Nobody ever bothered us and amazingly, nobody ever got hurt there. Our Moms or siblings knew where we were and called us home from the tracks for meals. When Bob and I were little (7 -8) we could go down the sand pit, but never alone. My mom would usually tell my older sisters or brother to go with me, but they didn't want to be with "the little kids". So Bob and I went together. He helped me climb over the fence or up and down the steep sand hills. I loved being there, the adventures we created, the independence, and the security of never being alone. I remember how long the days were in the summer. We came home for dinner everyday with sand in our sneakers and dirty from head to toe. We were fortunate enough to always have a friend to play with and a carefree place to go.
My friendship with Bob was nurtured at a young age and we continued that friendship all through our life. I have a lot more stories to tell about Bob. It makes me happy to recall small details of those days and tell you all what an important part of my life I shared with Bob.
I will continue with another memeory story next time