I was six the last time I saw Jill. We played chase through her rooming house. Played in the park, went to the local watering hole with our dad's and played shuffleboard on a big long table. I had a sip of a drink of something red that burned the fire out of my mouth while all the men laughed. I cried! My cousin's Jill, Judy and I played chase at a tennis court nearby, we went to the country to see cousin's Fern and Harriett and saw a big red barn and horse. Oh so long ago. I vaguely remember my grandmother and grandfather. I remember my grandmother didn't want me to call her grandmother, but Aunt Lovey. Strange.
Jill and I had not stayed in touch through the years however her sister Judy came to live with us for 6 months when she graduated high school. Jill married and worked in a bank. Our lives went on. About 4 years ago Jill lost her husband. Judy contacted me and let me know. I sent Jill a sympathy card to let her know I was sorry to hear she had lost her husband. She called me after much trepidation. I loved talking to her. She was a blast. We vowed we would stay in touch with each other.
After I lost Dave, I went on with our plans of retirement and bought the motorhome and decided on the Washington trip and knew since I was going to be in the area I had to see Jill.
We met up Saturday morning at the McDonald's and I knew her on sight. She had not changed in 60 years except to get older. She still had that cute quirky smile and twinkle to her eyes. She looked at me and said "Susie?" to which I replied "Yup it's me Jill, and you haven't changed a bit!" We decided we didn't want to eat at Mickey D's and had breakfast
at Michael's 24 hour restaurant in Douglassville. The food was real good and plentiful. Afterword's we toured downtown Reading. She showed me where my dad grew up. Where she lived. Where she and Judy grew up. Where she went to High School. She told me about her husband, how he was a musician, how he passed away from diabetes.
|I have a feeling we could|
get into a lot of
trouble together LOL
Sunday we met for breakfast again at Michael's but she had to work as she is a security guard for a company, so I was left to wander on my own. We made arrangements to meet cousin Harriett and her
|Harriett and Sue|
|Half a Taco Salad|
The next day Jill and I went out to Harriett's Boyer's Meat market in Pottstown, PA and got a full size Lebanon bologna the most wonderful stuff in the world to bring back
|Jill and one of the |
|Front of Boyer's Market|
|The original cash |
|The original |
I had to go find a library to pay my bills and found a charming one in Birdsboro,PA It is the hub of the town and very friendly as well. I was able to get
|The town hub, the Library!|
|The Librarians, |
|Great layout for |
Early Wednesday morning Jill and I had breakfast and she followed me out to the motorhome to see where I was staying. She had never been to French Creek State Park. We said our goodbyes. All of her life Jill had been told she was slow, therefore not worthy. I did not find that to be so. I found a very funny, bright, intelligent woman who simply marched to a different drum and I loathed the people who put her down all these years. I hated to see her go but I needed to get on the road as I still needed to take a shower and dump my tanks.
My dogs were raising a fuss of course and the park ranger came and told me I would have to leave if I couldn't get them under control and stop them from barking to which I told him I was leaving anyways.
Sorry but dogs bark when people they don't know walk up to the motorhome, they are protective of me.
At 11:30 a.m. I had the wheels on Izzy rolling down the road to my next destination.
I was sad to leave and wished I could have stayed longer, but I had doctor's appointments I had to get home to in Oklahoma the following week.