Monday, January 25, 2010

Under the Overpass

The above referenced blog is written by a dear friend I have shared everything with since the age of seven. We grew up about 8 houses away from each other, played together, chased boys together, cried together, but spent more time laughing together than seems possible!

We both came from solidly middle-class (maybe lower middle-class) families and had three other siblings each. We both knew the other’s family almost as well as we knew our own. Both of our Dad’s worked, and both of our Mom’s were housewives.

On weekend mornings, we would by pre-arrangement wake very early and climb out our respective bedroom windows and hit the streets! By 8 a.m., we were flying around the block on our roller skates. We perfected our form and critiqued each other’s styles. Linda S would skate faster, but I had more finesse. Up and down the street, around the corner so we could skate the slight slope as fast as we could and feel like we were alpine skiing! It was splendid!

We shared secrets, did rain dances which we made up as we went along, stole bra’s from our friend’s older sister so we could try them on and stuff tissue in the cups to get a general idea of what was coming, and we discussed boys. Oh we discussed everything! No topic was too private or personal. We analyzed situations to death, and then resumed skating. We even shared a skate key! We got in trouble over the same things, and commiserated with each other on our unjust treatment.

Linda and I sat on my front porch for hours on end waving at truckers, she in her blue hooded sweatshirt and me in my red hooded sweatshirt! We screamed in ecstasy when a truck driver would honk their horn at us! We talked about how cute the truckers were and which one liked one. One day, one of the admired truckers, parked his truck and started walking toward us. We noticed he was pretty old, (probably about forty) got scared and ran in the house! Why our fascination with truckers, I don’t know.

We have traveled different paths but remain sisters, connected forever.


  1. What great memories. Bet that skate key would be worth a bundle on Ebay today. Wish I still had mine. I'd make a cool necklace out of it.

  2. My pal is the one you would commit a crime with or join the convent if it came up. We followed each other into adventures good and bad for most of our lives. Skate keys were the greatest. Kids now look blank when you talk about them. For that matter, What are roller skates? Changing world, Darlin'!

  3. I have a best friend just like that, right down to the skate key. Aren't they great?

  4. They are the greatest! I can always remember the fun times we had! We were total fools and loved every second of it!

  5. its sooo cool to look into that past and pull out great memories!.....sweet!

  6. The sweetest memories are still in front of us, F1 trey!

  7. I've finally surfaced after a couple of very busy weeks!

    Sister Soul, thank you for this charming blog about us as mere children. Of course, we never, EVER thought of ourselves as "mere children!" We were far too sophisticated!!

    Were you a part of the morning adventure when your mom discovered her daughter's beds empty and called the police? We returned to the neighborhood high from our latest adventure only to find a squad car in front of your house.

    Ooooh, we were in TROUBLE!!!

    As I read your blog about our sleepovers, I thought about the time we both told our mother's we were spending the night at the other's house so we could stay out all night. Turned out, we had nothing to occupy us all night and had to throw rocks at Johnny's window to let us into the locked house! (I believe my father was already up and getting ready for work, and simply said "good morning" as we skulked down the hall to bed.)

    And then there was this phrase we used constantly: "One more cigarette, and one more song!"

    Ah, sweet youth!

  8. It all comes back doesn't it? Sammy and "Goin' to the Rivah to find meya little girl". Aw geeze Linny!