Friday, November 9, 2012

True Friendship!

In poverty and other misfortunes of life, true friends are a sure refuge.
The young they keep out of mischief; to the old they are a comfort and aid in weakness,
 and those in the prime of life they incite noble deeds.
                         Aristotle


Walking up the step for the third time in three weeks, I knock on the door. I hear footsteps could it be happening this time? A nice young woman answers the door and I explain my mission. “No problem, go right ahead” Oh, Thank you so much. I make my way down the side of this newer house. This is such a strange feeling, a little sad but my heart is racing with excitement.

My friend BA and I used to sit on the wrap around porch for hours talking and laughing. The porch is no longer there replaced by a blank wall towering high above my head. Walking to the backyard I am thinking, I do hope the rocks are still there. You see this was the spot where my best friend’s house used to sit; tore down and heaped into bins to be taken away to who knows where.


I remember that day well; I still live near this little village and came across that demolition one day unexpectedly about ten years ago or maybe more (time goes so fast), triggering good memories and yet a profound sadness. The same sadness, and yet an unexplained excitement, that I am feeling these days watching the demolition of my old house today.

BA never seen her house torn down and I think she was lucky but maybe it would have given her closure, I will not know exactly how she feels until I see that empty lot with those full bins going to who knows where and my old childhood home is completely gone too. I only know how I felt then looking at bins in front of her house that day long ago and now seeing my house the same way. A sense of loss but also thinking those new houses would have been so welcome for our struggling parents. I know my parents deserved a warm house and I think her parents did too. I am not sure if BA thinks this way, but I do.


Back to my mission, I walked into the backyard of this house and seen the rocks still in the same spot, where two young girls used to sit and talk about their future dreams and how someday they would meet their knights in shining armour, which they did. I could not believe that these rocks were still there. I stood on the split rock and looked toward this newer house; I pictured the porch where I would sit almost every day. The forgotten image of that porch making my mind race with memories of long ago.

Those happy memories of a porch and long conversations, the tree on the front lawn and climbing to reach the top, the creek behind and watching its banks overflow and come so close to the house every spring, and silly girls standing on the chunks of ice and hoping not to float away when it broke loose. Most of all I remember the love of a family that accepted me the way I was and always treated me as one of their own. This was my second home "Wow” now I was starting to get emotional. I made my way down to the creek when I smelled something funny but kept going excitingly running to the creek we used to play in.

Dreaming beside the creek and smiling, I looked down wondering where that overwhelming smell was coming from. Apparently in my excitement I had not noticed that the new owners of this lovely house owned a “Very Large” dog let me repeat that “Very Large”, I had never looked down once running from the rocks to the creek, to the tree, back to the rocks, and finally back to the creek in my excitement. A “Large” deposit was stuck to my favourite shoe. I plunged my shoe into the cold, cold water of a creek where I spent my childhood splashing and playing forgetting what may lie ahead. I plunged and I shook and I rolled my shoe in the dead leaves that littered the bank. My memories were immediately replaced in my head by a “How am I going to deal with this?’ I walked slowly back to the house to knock on the door to thank this very nice lady.


I stood on the road in front of the big house that stirred my memories in my sock feet with my now bagged shoes sitting in a plastic bag in the back of my Jeep. I said goodbye for now. I headed over to the church we used to go to which now has a Clothing Thrift Store in the basement and told them my dilemma, the ladies laughed as they looked down at my sock feet. I found a pair of used children’s shoes and a newer pair of pants ( "Very Large dog”) and thanked the ladies. I went into the change room and pulled on those nice pants throwing the other ones in a bag; I pulled on those shoes over my still wet socks covering my cold feet and exited the building, waving goodbye to the ladies.

 I drove back past that now gone but never forgotten big old house of memories smiling. It was worth it and I would do it again. I know BA is going to love these photos and I am sure they will make her smile, and now possibly laugh out loud.

 Now; that is what true friendship is all about. Laughter and not forgetting those good memories.

Later.




34 comments:

  1. Very sweet post for your friend. I did have to LOL over the dog misadventure!

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  2. Oh, Buttons! Sorry you had a misadventure with dog poo, but it sounds like overall you had a positive experience.

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  3. aaaah...nice memories of a friend...
    brought this quote to mind, one of my favorites,
    "Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the Forest that was left out by mistake." (Winnie the Pooh)

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  4. You are so lucky...you have such vivid memories of your childhood! And perhaps that close encounter with the dog poo came just at the right time to keep the moment light and not to overwhelming?! :)

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  5. Could you hear my Mom yelling, "if you two drown there is going to be trouble". Thank you, thank you, I can't believe with all the changes our rock is still there and those trees, oh the memories. I think I miss that old porch the most (OK my Mom & Dad the most) but that old porch, if it could talk.
    Lots of tears this morning, but happy tears.
    If the demolition gets to much, you know where I am, even if it is just a phone call.

    Love You, BA

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  6. My brain works in strange ways and as you wrote and I read the smell of dog .... rose up. gag. How lovely to revisit those old rocks and the stream and how nice of the new homeowners to allow you back there to revisit the past.

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  7. Those are wonderful memories and so glad you go to revisit the place.

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  8. the large dog deposit and your need for pants and shoes made me laugh. :)

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  9. Wonderful post ! Well not the part of the dog poop hehe ! Have a good day !

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  10. Oh those large dog mementos! I wonder how many of life's wistful moments have been tainted by them. Just the other day I was raking the golden leaves into nice piles, remembering when my daughter was small and liked to jump in them, when I raked up a pile of another kind. Back to reality...

    Thank you for sharing this story-all of it. It made me smile, tear up a bit, and certainly gave me a good laugh, too. :)

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  11. Aww such a sweet post. So good to remember happy childhood memories. True friendship is a gift. Love the opening quote.

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  12. What a very sweet post. I wish I could write from the heart like you do. But... that will never happen.

    I feel for you with the dog poo... I think it happens to all of us at least once, sometimes more.

    Today, I tramped in huge pile of goose poop. Do you know goose poop is almost like getting tar on you. It doesn't come off easy.

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  13. Beautiful childhood memories that I can relate to. And only you can make poetry out of dog poop.

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  14. What a nice post for your friend BA!! :)
    That split rock is very, very cool. Glad it's still there!

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  15. oh the dog poo adventure... hmmm smelly little treat.

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  16. Great memories you have....loved the dog bit..lol..best wishes, love M xoxox

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  17. It was a lovely gift for the new homeowners to allow you to re-visit your old stomping grounds. Of course, their dog's "gift" wasn't quite that lovely. A nice story, well told.

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  18. Poo happens.

    And so do your beautiful words.......

    *hugs*

    Mimi

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  19. 'a friend closer than a brother'; God bless your friendship.

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  20. Wonderful Memories... Sorry about the POO!

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  21. Very sweet post. So so sorry about the poopies. :)

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  22. How thoughtful of you to do this for your friend, B. But you are all about being thoughtful.... :)

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  23. A story well told, a tribute to friendship and memories and a reminder to watch where we are walking! Thanks for the time of reflection.. and the chuckle. :)

    Blessings, Debbie

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  24. Awww, what a sweet story. Your friend will be blessed to see the pics. Sorry, I had to smile at the dog poo; I've stepped in many a pile myself. Have a good weekend!

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  25. LOL new meaning to "come heck or high water" but you got the photos!!!!

    I love the split rock - the creek - the emotions behind it all... a gift, lady, you are a gift!!!

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  26. What a heartwarming post. Your friend is going to love the photos. and I am sure see also will giggle a little about the very LARGE DOG deposit. I know I did..

    I do hope you have a happy weekend.

    Hugs~

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  27. Isn't it great when you have such wonderful memories of your childhood, what a wonderful post I enjoyed reading this.....

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  28. Ah such wonderful memories you have and how wonderful for you to share them with your friend.
    It's never good to stand in poo - yuck :))

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  29. what a great story b, what wonderful memories!!

    i am so happy that your special rock was still there....strong and steadfast, just like your friendship with ba!!

    you are lucky b, to have such a special friend!! ba is lucky as well!!

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  30. True friendship is good for your well being. You have great memories of your friendship. You were brave to ask to go into the yard and then get a doggy doo on your shoe.

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  31. Indeed. I think the older I get it is those longer ago memories of people and places that sustain me best...

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  32. Nothing like finding stinky stuff on your shoe to bring you back to reality. Maybe those rocks will stay to help save the memories. I've heard construction workers call huge rocks "leaverites" as in leave 'er right there.

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  33. It's so nice that you were allowed to enjoy these special memories by the new family that lives in this place. So many people are experiencing the loss of their homes in disasters and fires every day and knowing how they feel is a special gift of empathy. But even in the saddest moments, there is always something to smile about, even when you are up to your ankles in it. Hugs. xx

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  34. Sweet post- Your poo mishap is hilarious- lucky you to find a thrift store!

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