WOMEN OF A NEW SEASON: WHITE BUCKS AND BLUE SUEDE SHOES


Romans 12:10:  Love one another with brotherly affection.  Out do one another in showing honor.

            The old Junior High School (As we called it back in the day), was located on Washington Street, just four doors from where I grew up.  Washington Street was a great place back then.  Neighbors kept their sidewalks clean, as my sister and I well know, because one of our chores was cleaning grass out from between the bricks.

            There are many great memories in my life that come from my time in that old beautiful building.  I attended there from Fifth Grade through Eighth. During my two actual Junior High Years, Grades 7 and 8, a friendship bond was forged between five young girls that provide many laughs and warm fuzzy feelings when the memories come back.

            One of my memories is of a girl named Ann.  She lived about two blocks down the street from me and we were great buds.  My family had horses and she used to go riding with me.  Ann was a marvelous artist, and she drew several beautiful pictures of me on my horse.  Over the years those pictures have gotten lost and I feel sad about that.

            During this time Pat Boone was the ultimate teen heart-throb, known for his White Buck shoes. Ann got a new pair and kept them pristine with white liquid polish.  On the other hand, I loved to hear Elvis sing the Carl Perkins song, Blue Suede shoes, so I proudly sported a pair of those.   We walked to classes together and every day without missing, Ann managed to rub her white polish on my blue suede, which was a definite cause of me getting into trouble at home.

            The next day, mad at her for my chewing out at home, we’d argue and plan to meet on the steps of the old Lutheran Church between our houses, and fight.  We were going to punch each other really good and put a stop to all this shoe drama.  Well, we’d meet and within five minutes we were hugging and laughing.  I don’t know how many times in those two years we’d meet there to fight, and we never did. I look back on all this tween-age drama and laugh.

            Friends are a precious commodity. When we five girls went to high school our friendships eventually dwindled away.  Ann moved away and we lost touch. Different activities and interests, including hobbies and boyfriends attributed to our separation.  After graduation we all went our separate ways. But quite often I think of these girls.  I’ve tried to find them a few times but to no avail.  They’ve married and have different names so it’s difficult, but I’m still looking.

            Give thought to some of your past friends.  If it’s possible, give them a call or send a card.  God puts friends into our lives for a reason. Those times in my life are such an innocent and pleasant memory that I feel a sense of peace when I recall them.

Proverbs 18: 24:  A man that has friends must show himself friendly, and there is a friend that sticks closer than a brother.

            This week I encourage you to recall some old friendship memories and then, reach out to make some new friends, for future memories.  And then, most of all, go to church this week and meet that friend who sticks closer than a brother.  Until next time!

            You may contact Paula at 304-677-9220 or [email protected].

           

 

 

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