Thursday, September 1, 2011
Close to Nowhere
I’ve been a devotee of Facebook, the Internet social networking site, for a while now.
I started out on Facebook mostly to keep up with my granddaughters, then younger teenagers.
Now, at 15 and 13, they really need keeping up with! Fortunately, they’re good kids, so they really don’t mind their grandmother hovering around.
I’ve been surprised at how much I enjoy keeping up with friends, folks and even family on Facebook. A favorite cousin (technically Pop’s cousin, but after 40 years, it really doesn’t matter), friends I’ve met through work — theirs and mine — church friends (Pastor Doug is a tech geek, so we see a lot of him — which is a good thing).
One of the nicest things has been childhood friends. I went to Humes Jr. High School in Memphis, Tenn., and a lot of friends from that school are on Facebook.
Monday night, I found the nicest surprise waiting for me in my messages.
“Old friend” Cecilia, now of Chicago, Ill., wanted me to confirm her as my “friend.”
I hadn’t heard from Cecilia in many years, but have thought of her often. I’ve even asked about her with the other Humes’ friends on Facebook.
She was a special friend — the kind you still love even after not seeing her for 30ish years.
For some reason last night, while reading her note and posting her a note back, a memory popped into my head — one she probably won’t appreciate me sharing.
I grew up Baptist and Cecilia was Church of the Nazarene. We each attended the other’s church frequently, but on weekends, we liked the Methodist Church down the street from my church.
The Methodist Church had dances! With a live band and cookies and punch and lots of other teenagers. And it wasn’t too awfully far from a Krystal Hamburger place, which was directly across from the huge Sears Crosstown store in north Memphis.
This particular memory — Cecilia and I, along with a guy friend, had either left the dance or not gotten there yet — can’t remember that part.
But, our guy friend (blonde and young and skinny — he was a great friend of both of ours and I cannot remember his name) found a grocery cart loose on the streets. He gallantly offered to push both of us, so, we climbed into the cart and our friend pushed us, laughing wildly, all around the streets.
It was loads of fun at the time and the memory, ignited by Facebook, is great!
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