A series of essays.....
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| ENJOYING TIME TOGETHER IN CELEBRATION, FLORIDA |
.....as seen through my eyes!
By: Jacqueline E. Hughes
Friendship may seem to disappear for a little while but,
it never fades away into oblivion. Human nature does not forget the strong bond
that is formed between friends, even when circumstances can tuck it away into
the folds of time, only to resurface once again as strong and beautiful as
ever.
The soft clinking sound of one crystal wine glass
tapping another, coupled with yet another toast to health, good cheer, and
priceless friendship renewed, still rings in my ears. I sit here this morning,
i-Pad on my lap, feeling just a little bit lonely; a tiny bit sad. Our friends
have moved on to the second phase of their Floridian excursion before traveling
back home to Michigan, but their laughter continues to reverberate, sweetly, in
my head.
I met Janis the year my parents decided to make the move
up to Three Rivers, Michigan from Terre Haute, Indiana in order to help my
grandparents run the laundry and dry cleaning establishment they had built-up
through the years. It meant that we'd finally be settling down in one place
instead of changing towns and schools every year to follow my dad's employment
with the Sinclair Oil Corporation and Quaker State Motor Oil
Companies.
It turned out to be one of the best years of my
life!
Thrust into an high school environment as an eighth
grader, it was easy to see how, at a very young age, we were influenced by the
upperclassmen. Back in the day, Three Rivers High School included an
eighth-grade program. We had to learn to blend in with everybody in order to
survive. Janis and I had several classes together, shared a sense of adventure, understood the importance of study ethics, and maintained Honor Roll status
throughout our high school careers! We just clicked, immediately.
Even though we moved on to different colleges upon
graduation from TRHS, we always kept in touch and visited one another at Alma
College, Janis' alma mater, and, ultimately, Michigan State University, for
me.
Janis, eventually, moved to East Lansing, Michigan and I invited her to move into the apartment I had been sharing with
several girlfriends I had, initially, met on campus while living at Shaw Hall.
And, it just so happened that a really nice looking guy from
Jackson, Michigan lived in the apartment above us with several other roommates.
Well, Janis and Fred began dating one another and, as the old adage goes, the
rest is history, folks!
Dan and I had been dating while I still lived in the
dorm on campus and he had already moved to a house apartment located on
Evergreen, north of Grand River Avenue, the main street that runs through East
Lansing. The four of us hung-out together quite often during this time.
Well, let's just say that Janis wore a gorgeous shade of
pink as a bridesmaid at our wedding and I.....well, I served as an 'honorary
bridesmaid' at hers two years later because I had been considerably pregnant at the
time. It was not my desire to draw any attention away from the actual ceremony
by waddling down the church aisle along with the wedding party. But, we were there,
once again, cheering each other on as life took its course, babies were born,
addresses changed, and challenges arose.
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| SO MANY MEMORIES.....! |
Not long afterward, Dan and I had ensconced ourselves
in the life rhythms of the small town of Eaton Rapids. Fred and Janis, not far away in Holt, located just south of East Lansing, were
raising their young family. But, as I've stated before, life has a
tendency of getting in the way.....even when involving strong friendships. New
faces emerge from each new experience until old friends get tucked away as
creative memories drifting through time like colorful autumn leaves wistfully
navigating their earthbound flights.
My path was to follow Dan down here to Orlando, Florida
after our youngest daughter, Corinne, completed her freshman year at Michigan
State. Our oldest daughter, Alexandria, was interning at Walt Disney World at
the time and, eventually, was employed full-time in Procurement in the business
offices at WDW. Somehow, someway....twenty plus years have transpired, Dan is
responsible for building quite a few multi-family apartment projects in the
area, and Orlando has become our established home.
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| LITTLE, YELLOW COTTAGE |
Now, both of our children reside in Kalamazoo/Portage,
Michigan along with their own families and we have come to realize that moving
back to Michigan after retirement, to be with them, is going to be the next
chapter in our lives. We have begun to establish ourselves within this amazing
community by purchasing the cutest, little house ever built in Kalamazoo!! Well,
at least we think so. Built in 1941, our little yellow cottage is a work in
progress but, a project based on the sheer joy of rejuvenating this small gem
into a comfortable home where grandchildren are always welcome and cookies will
certainly be baking in the oven....!
Returning to Michigan, even on a part-time basis for the
past few years, has changed us forever and, in a very good way. Yes, we share in
our children's lives ten times more than before, which has, in turn, enhanced
our sense of well-being and balance. We are enriching our outlook on life
through the power of the arts with so much credit going out to our friend,
Michael, and his adorable wife, Marsha. Michael, a local artist and architect, along with Marsha, a
librarian/writer in the town of Portage for many years, have
greatly changed our lives for the better. Together, they have proven to us that
Kalamazoo has so much to offer through the local talent of painters, writers,
sculptors, poets, educators, and more, all intertwined to help create a Mecca
for other artists willing to immerse themselves in their particular
activity or interest.
Right before we made the solid commitment to Kalamazoo
by purchasing a second home, something absolutely brilliant happened! I was
invited to lunch. Not just any lunch, either. Several old friends from high
school got together at a local restaurant, Food Dance, in downtown Kalamazoo (I
like typing that word!) and, low and behold, Janis and I sat there,
side-by-side, having lunch together after all of these years!
The amazing part was that only a few moments in, she and
I were talking and acting as though the time that had passed between us had never seemed to matter. We picked-up where we'd left off and our friendship began to blossom once more. Like a flower in springtime, the colors of friendship were bright and stunning, with stems as strong as a long-stem rose, and the
possibilities, endless. Conversation flowed. Goodness knows we had a few years
to catch-up on.
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| JANIS AND FRED |
Today I sit on my living room couch brooding because
they have come and they have already gone. The four of us had such a wonderful
few days together. Jan and Fred enjoyed the tour of our beautiful, albeit
spread-out, adopted home, Orlando, and the surrounding area. After the
laughing, crying, reminiscing, and partaking in good food and spirits....our
house is quiet again. The 'battery fed' clocks hanging on our walls
tick-and-tock into my subconscious like they never do when this house
is full of people and uncontrolled laughter. Just as it did this past holiday season
when all of our children were here celebrating and filling-up the bedrooms with
their pleasant nighttime breathing.
Hairstyles may be notably shorter and interspersed with
grays, as only our hairstylists know for sure, and minute lines collect on our
faces like soft, Victorian lace denoting character and a full life, but the
soul.....ah, the soul and a person's spirit never really changes at all. Time
passes before us controlling our ultimate destinies, but in what manner and for how long we
choose to communicate with those we share breath with is entirely up to
us.
Janis and I have always shared the spirit for living,
enjoyed the world around us, and spread as much love as possible to everyone,
near and far. That will never change. They will return here, as we will travel
north to share more time with them. It is inevitable. It is fate. It is written
in the stars.
However, in the meantime, oh, how I wish we didn't have
so many 'battery fed' clocks hanging in this house!
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| JOY! |
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