Monday, November 03, 2014
Friends in the 50's-Memory Monday
Come join retired-not-tired and me, with your own memories. Each week will be a different prompt to encourage the writing of your memories. Link your memories here and share them with everyone.
Our prompt is: My First Friend
My first friend was Cheryl B. We grew up in a post war, new housing neighborhood, in southern California. She had an older sister and brother and until my brother was born, I was an only child for my first 7 years. Cheryl was a year older than I and I think we started playing together when I was about 4 years old. In those days there was no play dates and we were in and out of each other's houses all day long. We remained friends until I got to high school, then she had other friends. She left home later that year to live with her grandmother and transferred to another school. I visited her once and then never saw her again. I learned many years later, later that her father had abused her and her sister and that is why they left home. She had never said anything about it to me, which I understand, as it was not talked about in those days. People in the neighborhood were not aware of what he had done until many years later, after he was dead.