My First Blog

Last week I read in the newspaper about an acquaintance who was jailed for fraud which caused me to think about all the people, good and bad I have known through the years.

In the 59 years my husband and I have been married, we have met so many people who are dear to us as well as some strange ones whose memory will linger. Most people like to hear about the strange persons more.

You can’t fully know how people feel about you personally. Maybe they like you but still consider you strange. I know there are a lot of people who feel that way about me. However, I will tell of a remark made which I considered a nice compliment to me.

About 40 years ago, we were moving from Pittsburgh to Atlanta and my neighborhood bridge group gave a coffee for me. By tradition, when a member moved, you were given a coffee mug with a message written in indelible ink on the side. With repeated washing the message vanished along with the memory of their names. But one lingering memory I have is when a member told me that she would really miss me because I had such wonderful stories of people I knew. This was from a woman who was working on her doctorate in some “ology” field which I can’t remember, but whom I greatly admired. Her husband was a renowned specialist in a childhood disease and she’s saying she’d miss me. Wow!

You might not think this was a big thing, but as a high school graduate who retired when her first child was born, to be told that by such an educated person was truly meaningful to me.

In the 40 years since leaving Pittsburgh I’ve met many more wonderful people as well as “strange ducks” who will probably appear in my new blog. (I don’t have an old blog in case you’re wondering)