Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Me and E

Friends drift in and out of your life as you age, and it is rare that you keep a particular friend for most of your life. People grow and change. Their interests and views split or they move. Because I live near the town in which I grew up, I have been fortunate to stay in contact with many friends from my childhood. Once in a while, you meet someone you manage to stay friends with forever, and for me that person is E.

We’ve been friends for nearly forty years. She and I met when we were five years old. You do the math. On another day, I’d fudge about my age, but today I’m in an oh what the hell mood. We rode the school bus together when I moved here from a Chicago suburb halfway through my kindergarten year. We were so small we shared a seat with two other girls. She was my first friend in a new school. Most of you can relate to how important that friend can be. We hit it off from the very beginning. We wuz like peas and carrots, as Forrest says. Me and E. shared the same interests. We both liked music and art. We both played the flute, we agreed on which boys were cute and which boys weren’t and we had similar tastes in clothing, books and music. For thirteen years of school, we were elbow to elbow, literally. In classes....

In marching band.

Pep band.

Concert band.

Cheerleading. (Hey, there’s M.! Everybody say hello to M.)

Graduations.

High school.

And beyond. We shared just about every milestone event a body can have during his growing up years. I was there for her wedding.

And she was there for mine. We encouraged each other through college, exchanging letters when she moved out of state. And we shared the joys of childbirth when she moved back. Careers and families have kept us from spending much time together in the last twenty years, but we’ve stayed in touch, and on those occasions we are together, we iz like peas and carrots again. Like during our high school reunion when we spent the evening huddled in the corner chatting ninety miles an hour and trying to decide if P. had had a boob job. (Oh, yes she did!) And our elementary school reunion last year where we laughed the night away at old memories and fell into our usual pose for the group picture. I love that our friendship is still comfortable. That we haven’t lost touch all these years later. And that we probably never will. I am a lucky gal, indeed. That’s why when April rolls around each year, I go hunting for a silly birthday card for E.. It’s her birthday month, and those birthday cards are our way of saying, “Hey, we’re still on this bus together.” Happy birthday, E.

7 comments:

J.G. said...

Great photos. You're SO lucky to have a lifetime friend like that. Peas and carrots 4 ever!

oreneta said...

Sadly my best friend from grade school and I have lost touch, though I do have buddies from my neighbourhood when I was that age...

Nothing quite the same as really old friends.

The Church Lady said...

Awwww - that is so sweet. You are very lucky to have a life long friendship with E. Friendships do come and go through the years. I have many old friends that I have lost touch with, but know that we could pick up right where we left off when I see them again.

Janis said...

There is nothing like an old childhood friend. You are lucky to have such a lifelong friend. I too am lucky that way. My friend Barb and I go back our whole life, I was two and she was a new born. We both know we have something special and make it a point to stay in touch and get together when possible. She lives in Fl, I live in Pa. Sounds like E is your soul sister.

Cruise Mom said...

Now I've got to figure out who P. is.....:)

Kelley with Amy's Angels said...

Awww! I heart birthday post shout outs! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO E (even though I'm a little late...)

Lew Jetton said...

You moved here from Chicago? You're a yankee??? Oh my.....well you're one of the good ones!