Playing Catchup

May 11, 2015 | 1 comment

Rory, The Graduate

Rory, The Graduate

We met in college. We were roommates. We married brothers. Our children are first cousins. We’ve remained friends for 61 years.

Given all of those circumstances (plus the instant communication possibilities of recent decades) you’d think that Sandy Peters, once of Bainbridge Island, and Sydney Little, once of San Rafael, would keep abreast of one another’s doings. We do… sort of. At the very least, you’d think our children would know one another. And they do… sort of. But, amazingly, I had never met Sandy’s grandsons until last night!

Karen, Sandy, Elijah

Karen, Sandy, Elijah

I can’t even blame the fact that I now live in Washington and Sandy lives in California, as do her daughter Karen and grandsons Rory and Elijah. In our many trips south and Sandy’s many trips north we see one another occasionally, but I’ve missed connecting with the youngest generation completely. Definitely my loss! Two amazing young men, indeed, who speak computerese and molecular theory as easily as consuming those delicious rosemary fries and gooey desserts at the Shelburne!

We gathered there for dinner, the occasion being Rory’s Saturday graduation from Lewis and Clark College in Portland. The four of them are on a trip north to see some of the relatives, including us! Yes, come to think of it, I guess I qualify as aunt and great-aunt, though none of us have given much lip-service to such a relationship. It’s Sandy’s and my long and complicated friendship that we always seem to focus on.

Our catching up will continue this morning and then, alas, they will be off. I hope we can continue our conversations – here or there or in-between. We still have lots to talk about. We always do…

1 Comment

  1. Stephanie Frieze

    Friendships in which you can meet and pick right up where you left off are the best. You remember exactly why that person was so precious. And regardless of anything else, you ARE tied by family threads. Those don’t go away as I discovered at my ex-father-in-law’s funeral this past winter.


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