Gladys attended the
funeral of a friend she had known for thirty-five years. Everyone had moved
away from the old neighborhood and gone in different directions, but the
friendships forged in that era never died. It seemed like a family reunion to
see old friends that had come to the funeral. She was visiting with one of her
particularly close friends who now lived at the opposite end of the state. They
were asking each other about their children who were now adults. Gladys
explained where Bill, Jim, Henry and Ron were living.
“Now didn’t you have
another child after Ron?” she asked.
“Yes, I had Junior …you
remember—he’s the one who burned our house down and broke the window out of
your storm door.”
Her friend thought for a
moment and then said, “Now, wasn’t he the one who sucked up the baby chicks
with the vacuum hose?”
Honestly! The things
people remember!
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