childhood Angie and I. She says's our first encounter was
in the nursery at church. My memory starts us at 7 years old
We didn't go to the same school until middle school, but
we were like two peas in a pod always together at Church.
She, like me, liked to do pranks and she always made me laugh
especially when were being naughty. Going through Merry Miss, our first
Ward dances, Stake (Church) dances. We were known to being
a little very Boy Crazy. We loved, loved going to the dances and back then
people actually danced, Yes we danced, there was none of this standing around and
or jumping in clusters. The Youth danced, just like "Foot Loose". I remember trying
to have something new to wear to each dance, if I didn't have the money, I would go through my mom's fabric box and fabricate something without a pattern, because back then there
was at least one dance every Saturday night of the month.
If we had to travel 30 miles up to Auburn, Sac East or Mormon Center, we did. Someone always
had their license and a free station wagon. Us youth would pile in that car
and head out. Seat belts were optional. We've done sleep overs, frozen bras included (this happened to you if you fell asleep first). It seemed like we never had a boyfriend at the same time.
I was the third wheel during our junior year, she was never hungry, but I
always was, and so "said boyfriend" would end up shelling out
$$ for me and my appetite. Thanks Mark Hogge.
We've done
impromptu road trips, literally. she, me and her mom, Shauna
( I know terrible English), left one Saturday evening headed for
Kanab, Utah, (yeah I never heard of it before either), just so she
could see her then return-missionary boyfriend who would become her
husband. We didn't pack or anything and drove all night and every time
the song "Stuck on You" by Lionel Ritche came on, she would swoon.
When taking road trips, there are always great heart to heart talks and
we did. Here we are less than a year before we turn 50 and
I know we both feel like we are still sixteen
riding in her 2 door Orange thing taking off
to watch the guys play basketball.
in the nursery at church. My memory starts us at 7 years old
We didn't go to the same school until middle school, but
we were like two peas in a pod always together at Church.
She, like me, liked to do pranks and she always made me laugh
especially when were being naughty. Going through Merry Miss, our first
Ward dances, Stake (Church) dances. We were known to being
people actually danced, Yes we danced, there was none of this standing around and
or jumping in clusters. The Youth danced, just like "Foot Loose". I remember trying
to have something new to wear to each dance, if I didn't have the money, I would go through my mom's fabric box and fabricate something without a pattern, because back then there
was at least one dance every Saturday night of the month.
If we had to travel 30 miles up to Auburn, Sac East or Mormon Center, we did. Someone always
had their license and a free station wagon. Us youth would pile in that car
and head out. Seat belts were optional. We've done sleep overs, frozen bras included (this happened to you if you fell asleep first). It seemed like we never had a boyfriend at the same time.
I was the third wheel during our junior year, she was never hungry, but I
always was, and so "said boyfriend" would end up shelling out
$$ for me and my appetite. Thanks Mark Hogge.
We've done
impromptu road trips, literally. she, me and her mom, Shauna
( I know terrible English), left one Saturday evening headed for
Kanab, Utah, (yeah I never heard of it before either), just so she
could see her then return-missionary boyfriend who would become her
husband. We didn't pack or anything and drove all night and every time
the song "Stuck on You" by Lionel Ritche came on, she would swoon.
When taking road trips, there are always great heart to heart talks and
we did. Here we are less than a year before we turn 50 and
I know we both feel like we are still sixteen
riding in her 2 door Orange thing taking off
to watch the guys play basketball.
We will always be young.
"georgie"
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