By Lynn Moncus: QCS columnist
Before writing today’s column, I had drawn a complete blank for a subject matter and asked for suggestions from Jo Priddy, Shirley Hancock, and Judy Powell while we were visiting in Del’s.
As we talked about various subjects, we soon realized that most things we mentioned should not be written about because we all live in this area and know just how far we can go without having to change our addresses. As I listened, I began to think about the three women trying to help and realized just how much they add to my life each day. Not only do they tolerate this writer, but they also greet me most graciously when I amble in for morning iced tea.
Jo is the calming force during our hours together each week and helps all of us to relax as we watch her stitch away on her latest quilting project.
Because she is one of the most affirmative people I know, I really appreciate her way of changing a negative subject before any of us get too off track. As she charges in, we all seem to become a bit perkier because we know she will have something to tell us about her morning chores and will give us something to laugh about as she recounts her latest
Shirley is a special person because she has become a friend after having suffered through my English classes at THS. She keeps me in touch with those wonderful days in the classroom and causes me to be pleased to have played a small part in her early life. Jo and I rely on her memory because she has a more reliable mind than we do and can usually recall names that have escaped us. She can fill in many of the blanks we create and saves us much time because we would have to spend days trying to find information we need in order to complete our conversations.
Judy just naturally causes us to feel comfortable as she brings our iced tea and wishes us a good morning. Her laughter is contagious and she usually has something to tell us to let all of us join in that laughter.
Although I haven’t known her as long as I’ve known the other
two, I feel that we can say what we think and can just enjoy each other’s company. She is also our source of information when we want to know something about the Logan history. She often says more with her eyes than with her voice, thus causing me to remain alert in order to avoid missing those messages. As a result, we often break into laughter without saying a word to each other.
As I watched those three women, I realized one more time just how fortunate I am to be at home among friends. We exchange ideas and learn much from each other. We can talk volubly or just remain quiet in our own thoughts. Our subjects are as varied as the scenery in our county and can be as light or as dark as the weather. We may be talking about world events one minute and local happenings the next, but at least one of us leaves the table each morning being happy for having been in the presence of the other three.
That same person is always eager to return the next morning to have a fresh visit and to be able to have something pleasant about which to think until our next gathering. Life is special when we have such special friends.