From Cradle to Old age
Biographywriter


Some friendships break off, others last a life time. Why is this? Why don’t people keep in touch?
Is it because they move away, or lose contact with the person? There are many reasons why, and there are also many reasons why a friendship lasts many years.

It is a shame friends do not keep in touch. Some lose contact when they marry, others because they move away and either do not like to write letters, or phone, because of the long distance bills. They miss out on something they once had as children, friendship. Others, like myself, have a lasting friendships of 60 years.

We remained friends for 60 years, seems like only yesterday, as we remise the past. Our friendship began at the age of 6. Maybe because we grew up on the same street. Then again, it could have been because we had the same likes and dislikes.

I remember my friend getting a two wheeler and letting me ride it. It was a blue and white bike, with a basket and bell. We had fun taking turns. She knew my parents could not afford to buy me a bike, so she shared.

I guess you could call us tomboys. We liked to climb trees, get on top of garage roofs, and jump down to the ground. I still remember the time I climbed the tree, and got on the garage roof. When it came time to jump, I couldn’t. It so happened the garage roof could be seen from my mother’s kitchen window. When my mother saw me she commanded me to get down. When I told her I couldn’t, she sent my brother to help me climb down the tree. Boy was I was frightened. I think I was around 6 at the time. I didn’t know what punishment awaited me.

Then there was the time my friend fell through the roof, and needed stitches. If you think that frightened her into to saying off roofs, your wrong. We were good kids but always managed to get yelled at. Like the time my friend hit a home run, instead of it going straight, it landed inside someone’s house. When her father came home, he heard about it.


We played kick the can, hide and seek, red rover, tag, etc. We played games with boys too. My father was very stick. He did not want me playing with boys, so someone would be the look out, around the time my father came home from work. When they saw him, I got the signal to hide and when he passed, I got the ok signal. Then when it was supper time my mother called me.

My friend was the first one on our street to get a big screen television set. She invited all of us to come and see "Howdy Doody." We all sat on the floor watching, while her mother brought refreshments.. We just looked and looked. When it was time to go home, we were sad.

Once I went to the cape with my friend . While there I became lonesome and wanted to go home. She got me through it. Then there was the time I visited her in NY, I was lonesome, this time I came home via train.

Another friend had a brother who played drums. We used to sing and made a recording on those old cheap labels. In fact, I think I still have mine. I remember one of the songs we sang, "Hello Sunshine, goodbye rain." We had great times as kids. This friend remained friends with both of us for 60 years. Although, we do not get to see each other often, because of minding grandchildren, or living out of state, we do call and keep in touch, and try to see each other when we can.

When I was about ten, I sat on my front step and acted out a play I wrote with my friends. It was a lot of fun. I never thought I would be a writer. But then again, maybe I did, because in my yearbook, beside my name, I wrote author.

During my childhood years I wrote poems and fiction stories. When I was eighteen, I wrote songs with lyrics. In 1981, I had a book published, "It Could Happen to You ," which is now out of print. It was a thrill

I remember going to the library and looking at the card , in the book, to see how many read it. I was surprised so many had. Today, I have a novel of 300 pages written, called, "Memories," children stories, "Mr. Cloud Cried Raindrops," and "The Puppy That Came To Live With Mrs. Cat." also a book containing stories for little children. I have poems published and songs recorded in BMI.


I remember how we liked boys when we were little. We had our crushes and our heartaches.
I remember one boy I used to wait for when he came home from work. If he saw me he would sit with me on my front porch and talk. I knew he liked me, but I was too young to date, my parents told me.

Then one day, it happened, one of us met someone and within a week, got married. Sadness came the day my friend moved away. I missed her, but she managed to travel back to our state and visit frequently, when she saw her mother.

We always exchange xmas cards and birthday cards, and we look for the right words. Then there were the telephone calls, so we could keep in touch. Then it happened, I got married. We talked about our children and our past.

Now, that we have become grandmothers, with grandchildren, it doesn’t keep us from seeing and talking to each other. We share vacations together, go to foxwood, and try to get together, as often as we can. Time is growing short, and soon our friendship may come to an end, but until it does, we hope to make it longer than 60 years.

Ours friendship grew because we knew how to get along with each other. We enjoyed the same things.
We kept contact at Christmas, and through out the years. We wrote to each other, telephoned, visited, spent vacations together.

We talked about our children, our jobs, our home life. We comforted each other with our problems, our pain, our joy. We talked about our parents, their problems, our heartaches when our parents entered the nursing home, our loss when they were gone, our joy when they were alive.

Friendships are made up of a lot of things. The important one is being there when a friend needs you.
Saying prayers, sending masses, celebrating important dates, and cherishing special moments together.
Friendships are memories made when young and developed into old age.

Not many have a lasting friendship of 60 years with a friends they knew from childhood. Friendships holds you together when life seems to be falling apart. Friends are like pieces of puzzles that come together, when life gives us a blasting blow. Friends help solve problems.

I am glad I have my friends and my friendship lasted so long. If all the people in the world made lasting friendships, maybe wars would end and there would be peace. It’s a thought, but will it ever happen, I doubt it.