I caught crickets with the boy you would marry. “I’ll give you a quarter for the Queen,” I offered, and he dispensed the prize insects in glass Coke bottles. My cousins got to keep theirs on the fire escape but aghast at the sight of black crawlies in her home, Mom threw mine down the incinerator chute. I was so mad. The Cricket Catcher breathed restlessly and contrived guns from wooden clothes pins and soda can tabs. Who knew he would find and love my dear friend someday?
You were in a different class in elementary school but somehow I liked you. We still get a kick out of the way that I, Bathroom Monitor at lunch in fourth grade, had the girls wait for their stall in size order because you were short.
Even if I’d journaled the way we clutched bellies aching in laughter, how does one record the telepathy that provoked it? I could’ve noted all the times you found me waiting on the stoop of your building after school but the smell of your home, of worn leather couches that invited me to stay? I showed you how to make Jello and bake out of Betty Crocker. You taught me generosity. Whether from sugar or hormones or real profundity, we cried harder than we laughed. The peals of hilarity, tears and confidences – a million signatures of friendship. You saw the dumbest, boldest, smartest things I did and the words that spilled from my pen; were moved by the poem I published in the eighth grade yearbook but asked in high school what the point was to the vignette. We wore honesty like skin and tread a hundred thousand steps between our homes, passing apartment buildings that boxed in the sky when we looked up. And you told me to make something of myself. The encouragement, acceptance, breakfast and TV dinner rituals: the muscle and fiber of childhood.
If I erased you from those early pages, I’ll end up with more emptiness than story. We didn’t expect to follow our hopes, heartaches, regrets to two lives on opposite coasts full of joys of family and the tiredness that is our inheritance as Korean mothers. I could not have guessed your boy would one day walk the shiny halls of my old high school. He would think, eyes on the girl by the window, that his parents never felt what he has with such density. We are startled by time, little older than when we knew everything at fourteen.
Very sweet, Diana…
Thanks for sharing in it, V.
Ahhh, I like this.
=) I like the “ahhh”. Thx.
Powerful and evocative post Diana. Thanks.
I’ll always like powerful. Appreciate the feedback, B.
You’re welcome. It seems to have more passion too.
I am exceedingly blessed for friends like her. But the post was about more than friendship. Through that lens we can examine the places and surprises time has brought us through. I appreciate your bearing witness and sharing in the journey, Brad.
You’re welcome. Like you, I find friends offer not only connection, but a great lens to reflect on our lives.
I love this one. You wore honesty like skin. Brilliant. But really, you had me at the cricket catching ! ❤️
Chuckle. A relief! Because I didn’t think it was a compelling enough opener. I appreciate the faithful support, V.
Love,
D.
*dreamy sigh*
I need to let this grow on me… just a little longer.
Lovely praise, thanks, U. I hope my friend likes it as much; a surprise post.
A great tribute
Thanks, D. I hope she feels it.
You have me crying at work in my car. Thank you for being my friend
Sent from my T-Mobile 4G LTE Device
A COMMENT from her!! After three yrs! AND I made her cry! Love you, AC (always AL to me). I thought I was poor back then. Didn’t know how rich I was for your friendship.
Love,
Diana
It was the sugar. LOL.
Powerful and beautiul. A great write.
Appreciate the good word, Andrew. Thoughtful of you.
My pleasure
What a lovely reminisce.
Thanks. I hope everyone can relate to the essence of it, the gift of being known and the wonder at seeing time unfold your future.
Such nostalgia so poignant, sweet little tribute though.
Was thinking about you last night. =) It is no small blessing to be able to share everyday with such a friend. Thanks for being here.
Oh glad to hear that girl.
Ha ha ha. Yep.
Wish we never grew up.. Flooded me with my best friend of middle school times!!
So glad you were able to remember her, T. I watch my boy giggle (not nine yet, he doesn’t work at being cool) and laugh helplessly with his friend…over nothing, really. And see myself with her, the kids who delighted in so many things just because we could share the experience.
Lovely and bittersweet memories. I lost my childhood friend a few years back. Sadly we had drifted apart, something I have to learn to live with!
Very sad, Jan. Both the drift and the loss. We treasure what we had.
Beautiful. Read it twice and now, I will read it again.
Just told Choosing what an honor it is to be reread. Ok, you take the cake! Thanks so much, JL.
Xxx
D.
A touching story D. Crickets sometimes invade our house. Who knows how they get in. I catch them and put them back outside where they belong, and where they can sing to me on summer nights. –Curt
I wouldn’t expect you to suffocate them in bottles or torture them, Curt. 😛 That’s why they sing to you. =) (Was thinking of you. Holistic telepathy brought you over….) He he.
Keep the telepathy going D. I think you will enjoy my present series on my 10,000 mile bike trek around North America. –Curt
I read it twice, it has such a lovely melody to it. It makes me think of the endless summers when I was a teenager.
A wonderful compliment to have been reread. Thank you for the lovely feedback. And yes, those summers WERE endless. Now, they vanish in a blink.
So beautiful!
Thanks, M. Glad you enjoyed.
Xx
D.
This reminded me of my best friend and the laughter we enjoyed together. Lovely writing!
Thanks, Anne. I’m so glad to know. Sounds like a special part of your childhood.
Diana
I love those precious friendships that fill our childhood. There are a few people who when I look in their faces I’m 15, 8, 22 all over again and time stops. I hope she read this, D! Beautiful tribute.
Great way of putting it, D, how time stops with them. I made her cry – and she’s not the tearful type. =) Our relationship’s run really by email the last decade or two, with her still back in NY. But it’ll always be real with her. The way we can look back at our struggles and joys in the light of revelation is so interesting and such a blessing. Thanks for sharing in this.
D.
You took me vicariously back into childhood again. Laughter, close friendship, fun times and the transition to maturity where the reality of life introduced you both to heartaches. Most eloquently rendered too. 🙂
Gotta grow up sometime, right, Ian? Love your experience of this. Thank you very much.
“I caught crickets with the boy you would marry”
“We wore honesty like skin”
“passing apartment buildings that boxed in the sky when we looked up.”
“They are the muscle and fiber of a childhood.”
Great writing HW.
Well, it at least looked good enough for you to attempt it (and for my son to race me in the eating) that I’m not sure cooking per se is where you should fault me. Perhaps the measurements were off. I did plan to follow the recipe again and see how it turns out. I found it strange it failed you for the careful notes I had taken in the baking. In any case, to hear “great writing” from Mr. Greenhill – walking library that he is – is no small praise. Thanks for taking a moment.
The smell is what got me. You remember the smell of your best friend’s home. I love that. I still remember the smell of best bud’s house–a mixture of PineSol and something I’ve never been able to describe. All you have to do is open a bottle of the stuff and I’m right back there, 10 years old:). Great story you’ve told.
Thanks, Kristine. From the sound of it (and from your story), you apparently have a strong sense of smell. =) It’s very interesting, actually. How senses are more than themselves. Gateways into memory, feelings, thoughts (which are neurology).
You spun a web of the mystery that being connected closely to another human is. Wondrous.
A gem of an encouragement. Thanks so much.
xoxoxoxox!
Lovely! You both are so lucky to share these sweet memories.
I was the wealthier for her friendship. Thanks for sharing in this, Carol.
Diana
You brought back a memory for myself when I was eight years old. Wooden clothes pins, soda caps– add a 2″ x 3 ft piece of wood and a chain of rubber bands– and we had my neighborhood little kids’ “gun.” Nice post.
Can totally see it, L. Wooden handmade guns seem universal. =) Thank you for sharing.
There really is nothing quite like the experience of our best friend. My memories came back instantly reading of you lining up everyone in height order. What we wouldn’t do for our besties. Written with such a soulful purpose. Left with a clear picture of what friendship means to you, Diana. She was lucky to have you.
I’ve definitely made out better in the deal. She’s a rare bird. We hope our kids can make their way through those formative years alongside kids of character, learn compassion, generosity and love, right?
Right! You use all the best words, my friend.
“We are startled by time because we feel younger than we did when we knew everything at fourteen.”
All my good friends make me feel younger; maybe because we laugh a lot.
Beautifully written. I enjoyed reading it so much.
I love that. Timi. The simple wisdom of laughter (and your lovely closing thought). Thank you sounds too shy. But thanks!
Lovely! There are so many things I like about it, but I will name but one: the use of numbers. I love your accounting of these deep joys over the architecture of counting!
What an interesting thing you picked up, A. I have to say I love that you liked so many things about this. I wanted to offer something more than just a personal testimony of a friendship. I think we can all relate to looking up and realizing that, for all the years on the clock, why, we don’t feel so old at all.
D.
The ending was my favorite part: empowered by wisdom gleaned from experience while retaining a youthful heart that feels deeply! May we all be able to share that sentiment as we age!
Beautiful!!! When we think on how far we’ve come and all the weathered storms, we blush at the beauty the future holds. Cheers to friendships!
Hear, hear. =)
This is so moving….and in the kind of mood I’m in, I wept a little at the line, “If I erased you from those early pages, I’d end up with more emptiness than story,”….so lovely.
Aw, it’s a good thing you weren’t listening to Bach’s adagio cello at the same time. You can youtube it if you want a heartier cry. LOL. I appreciate the feedback, Sandra. Relationships are our lifeblood.
Diana
I don’t know if you’re gonna notice this comment but I just wanted to say that you just made my day a lot brighter. I just had to follow your blog.
And you just brightened MINE this tired morning. Not seeing you on the subscriber list but thank you so much for the sweet comment and pledge of support. Welcome.
Diana
I, so sorry.I don’t know what happened. You are on following list. Hmm, let me try again.
What a wonderful picture of what it means to have that sense of friendship – the one that lasts no matter where you end up. Where would we be without those friends that we shared our younger selves with?
I think childhood friendships are so special for the delight you can share in the magic of simple things and the dreaming you do together with the years ahead of you.
I did have a childhood friendship that was less escapades but more sharing secrets and thoughts. They were best times. Sadly, we each broke the friendship when we were in our early 30’s.
That IS very sad. The thing about women…it’s very hard to rehabilitate relationships that break.
I tried to contact her twice over the past decade. But no point. Past is past.
Wow!!! this is amazing!! ❤
Thank you so much. I’m pleased you enjoyed it.
😀 ❤
Beautiful blog! Thanks for visiting mine, I’m honored. I enjoy your insightful writing. 🙂
I appreciate the follow and encouragement. Keep doing your passion. =)
Diana
Thanks, you too! Come back again. 🙂
Another universal truth seen through the lens of one sweet and tenacious seeker. Love it, my dearest!
xoxo,
Kath
You got it. Not to say you were right on in the kudos =) but that yes, it was broader experiences of time I was exploring through the lens of friendship. BANG. You rock. Thank you for the thoughtful read.
A beautiful journey down memory lane. I’m glad she got in touch with you again. 🙂
We’ve maintained it through the years – by email. And she follows the blog. =) The post happened to have been a surprise. 😉 Thank you.
Nice surprise 🙂
To have a best friend like this one never does forget. Beautifully written, Diana. I so enjoyed taking some time out to let your works soak in. Thank you. ❤
Appreciate the time.
Xxxxxx Me
Lovely. 🙂
Aw, I like that. Thanks, A.
D.
Great perspective. Lovely.
Thank you for sharing in this.
Diana
‘wow, I really enjoyed this post, Diana. It brought me back to a time when I met my best girlfriend in 4th grade where I had just started in a new school after moving across town. She intimidated the crap out of me and also did the lining up by size thing where I landed about midway. Little did I find out til later that I intimidated the crap out of her too.
Neat to reflect on stuff like that, thank you for sharing.
“I intimidated the crap out of her too.”
LOL. But I’m not surprised. 😉
😉
Hi Diana I wanted to stop in Say Hi and let you know, seeing through the eyes of another seems to give us the “grounding” to see ourselves, at times reflecting a lesson, or what ever our tapestry may give us. Released from judgments of self, its more of a flow , being one with the “outer ” self.
Sometimes “I” may not like what I see, yet it is easier if I do…te he..Great To SEE you here.
P.S. Daughter Aly has her first patent “computer language” at IBM and has been flying high…at age 23, very grounded girl, with angel wings . Much love Robyn
Thank you for connecting so thoughtfully again, R. And I am not surprised Aly is flying, what with a mother who has seen and supported her as she has. Grounded, with angel wings. Love it.
D.
It’s amazing how differently I felt as a child than now… for good or bad, that is… I enjoyed reading this post very much, my friend.
Fascinating to go back and see what time has done with our feelings. I appreciate the read, C. So glad you enjoyed.
Reblogged this on KCJones.
Thanks, P. Glad you liked.
Touching, written beautifully as always D. 🙂
Thanks very much for sharing in it, Chris.
Very well written!
Also, I’d really appreciate if you could follow my blog. 🙂
Oh, I just love this, Diana. How beautiful and emotional and sacred.
What a comment. Love the sacred (and the Oh). =) Thanks so much, D.
I loved reading that so much that when I finished I had to do it all again. It gets more profound the more I read it. I’ve heard of writing letters to our teenage selves, but never to our childhood best friends, so this is new to me – thank you for sharing it, Diana.
I’m Robert by the way. I live on the north side of England in a place called York. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance. 🙂
Very pleased to make yOurs. I am humbled by the lovely feedback.
Humility is something I’m working on at the moment. Everything I am is from God and everything I can give just flows through me from the divine. If I can contribute to your humility, Diane, then maybe I’m on the right track. 😉
Very beautiful
Thanks. =) I appreciate the follow. Welcome!
Diana