I recommend that everyone take some time to reflect on their firsts. After all....my first dog was Bucky and he has had a lasting imprint on my existence on this planet. Who would think that an old ugly dog would have such importance in the lives of two adult women and countless children? Lizzy and I have identified outselves as the Bucky Starr Sisters....I have told sisters about Bucky and his office under the bushes outside Scott Brown's window....There are lots of other stories about Bucky so make sure to stay tuned. Some of the stories will help you understand how to take care of your pet in the most unassuming manner!
Anyway, back to the topic...the first going steady relationship! Remember, the going steady thing? It preceded the "we are talking" thing that my daughters tell me about. So, Billy Barrett. Billy Barrett...well, we didn't really go steady! He gave me a necklace with a little ball with a mustard seed inside. I was thrilled and mortified at the same time. Only a 7th grader can really relate to that state of mind (okay, I meant to say in the 50's and 60's) After that I gave it to a friend who promised me she would give it back to him. I couldn't even look at him although I had to face him at my school bus stop every morning. This had nothing to do with the fact that he was at least two feet shorter than me and about twenty pounds lighter. During this time, we happened to move across the street from the Barrett's. I begged my mother to have the bedroom that overlooked Billy's driveway. My love affair lasted about two weeks. My life was ruined. I was stuck looking at Billy's house....along with his brother Bobbie's fort....I ended up never speaking to him again. Not a good sign for future relationships.
I should have known better though because of my first "love" interest! Elwell...can't even remember his first name. He was pretty cute in a very sexy, naughty way which I had no way of figuring out. It was a very carnal experience....although we never even smooched! He gave me an ID bracelet with his name on it which is what guys did who wanted to be Elvis and didn't have a guitar. So, I took the bracelet, but was horrified! I didn't talk to him again and got someone to give it back to him. Not a good romance track record if you ask me.
High school was just a continuation of the same dramas started when I was still riding bikes, building forts, playing SPUD, and playing hide and seek with the neigborhood gangs in the shadows of the summer evenings.....life was simple, but the course was charted!
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growing up in the 50's; whimiscal memories of a different time and the challenges the sisters face as they grow old together!
3 comments:
Given your history with jewelry I'm surprised you are pursuing a career in the field. It does go a long way in explaining our mantra of "Buy your own pearls girls." At least you will know they are real.
oh his name was Tom...Tom Elwell and it is a good thing you never had to sit next to him in church! It was way before they invented anti arm pit juice.
I will open the box a little to peek inside. His name escapes me as he paid for it in the end. I was not very nice to boys, I got tired of them so quickly...suprising I am still married to the same man for over 30 years, but he was smarter than the others and he can get angry sometimes...of course it takes him way too long and I forget about our differences in a mere second...but he was my first real love and he did have longer hair than me and he is still quite handsome. Not a bad package still.
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