Today I called an old friend from back home that I have been thinking of this week. As happens many times with us, she was also thinking of me this week. It was good that I called.
I guess I haven’t spoken to her in longer than I had thought as there was much to catch up on.
I didn’t meet her until I was in high school. She was a city girl who had been living with her Dad and siblings in the city but got a little too ornery and was banished to live in the country with her Mom who had married our widowed neighbor. Neighbor on our street was about a 1/4 mile away.
She joined the country crew of her new family that had two boys and a girl, but she was older than the others – and wilder – so she wasn’t much for hanging out with her new found family. Instead she opted to come to the farm quite often and hang with me mostly. (we can all admit to a crush she had on my brother though)
The thing about hanging out on the farm is that if there is something that needed to be done and you were there, you were expected to help out.
She was a trooper and a little intimidated by my Dad so she would attempt anything we asked of her. Problem was, she didn’t have the vocabulary of farm knowledge to know what we were talking about sometimes.
I remember telling her to go up in the haymow and throw down 4 slices of hay for the calves. After a few minutes of seeing no hay coming down, I climbed the ladder to see her standing in front of a bale of hay just looking at it. I’m sure I asked what she was waiting on to which she replied “I don’t know how to slice hay!” Of course in instances such as that, she received only laughter in response to her lack of knowledge. It still makes me giggle just thinking of it.
At any age, we didn’t attract alot of friends who wanted to spend time at the farm – that ‘you have to work if your here’ thing kinda puts a damper on people coming over too much. She definitely spent the most time at the farm with our family of anyone I can remember.
As we were catching up on my drive home, the conversation came around to my current adventure. I let her know there was a blog involved and said when I got home I would send a link. I told her that my Raw Challenge friend and I were Wilma and Betty and she was somewhere between surprised and not. Turns out as she informed me that she and her sister are Wilma and Betty in their alter egos. She is also the Betty character.
I sent the link and the site views started clicking away showing that she was indeed going through the pages. I messaged her that it wasn’t recommended to read all the posts in one sitting as it hasn’t been tested and could cause mental damage! Read on she did anyway. She loved the one about the Robin’s Return and Mom as she had heard that one while her time at the farm.
The actual messages were:
KB, It was great to catch up with you and since you have read the blogs, you know that I write about what is on my mind at the time of the post and tonight you’re it. Lets plan on you coming out this summer.
Wilma, keep sending me what I need to pack. My co-worker checked the weather and it looks like rain is in the forecast for a while still. No problem. What is a mud challenge without the mud?
To my guest Bloggers who have already sent in your submissions, I will definitely post them sometime soon in between some of my own. Thank you and keep them coming if you feel obliged.
2 thoughts on “Thinking of someone to find out they have been thinking of you”
I guess we will save the story about driving the manual transmission truck that had the sideways stick shift for another time:)
I loved being on the farm with my farm family. I learned a lot of lessons…slicing hay was just the tip of the iceberg. I did learn what hard work felt like..but really, I just liked hanging out with Betty (the “crush” was just frosting); she took the place of the older sister I was missing. We even wrote a song about our friendship. Peaches and cream, Betty. Peaches and cream.
KB, I almost put the truck gear shift knob story in there, but didn’t want it to sound like I was piling on. I can still sing a verse or two of our song. Sing every song and dream every dream. Great memories. I was telling a friend tonight how you had me howling with laughter when I was at the cemetery but speaking to you on the phone and you relayed the art exhibit of the then fiancee of your son. And how I must have looked busting a gut in the cemetery.