My Friend Barbara
There were four of us, Florida high school girls, linked together in adolescence, each with our own set of family problems, but together we were strong. There was Diane, whose family had spoiled her some, but left her alone quite a bit, making up for their time away with fancy presents and an outlandish purple bedroom. There was Susie, whose family struggled financially, with a single mom who was raising 3 kids on the salary of a waitress, There was me, so skinny and tall that I was pretty much an outcast at school, but wholeheartedly accepted by these girls, and then there was Barbara, the beauty of our group and the smartest by far. We laughed together, and at times, shared our problems, which were many, but we survived and had good good times together. We would go to Tyson beach in our bathing suits. Tyson had been a salt company, abandoned for many years and the surrounding beach was left to us teens who were willing to hike through the underbrush to arrive at an almost deserted white sand beach. Barbara was always the one who got noticed with her beautiful blond hair and perfect smile. She was an excellent swimmer too, daring to go out much farther than any of us.
Soon after we graduated, when my mom was having personal difficulties and kicked me out of the house, it was Barbara’s family that took me in and hosted me until I could get hold of my dad who was living in Texas. Then later on, when I was living in Carrollton, Texas, still keeping in contact with Barbara, she and Ron were transferred to the Dallas area and we became neighbors. You can’t imagine what a thrill it was for me to be united with my friend and as soon as we saw each other, the intervening years disappeared and we got along as if we had never been separated by life and miles. Always being a little different, I was at one time accused by some neighbors of being a hippie and drinker. Barbara was the one who came to my defense at a Tupperware party, to which I had not been invited, and told everyone that not only did I not drink alcohol, I didn’t even indulge in soda pop.
Of course, life keeps us on our toes and changes took me from Texas. I remember our last get together before I moved up to Washington, we hugged and there were tears running down both of our faces. We continued to keep in touch over the ensuing years and when I visited Dallas, we would always have a visit and they were never long enough. It was a privilege, even a delight to have Barbara as my friend. I will miss her as I’m sure that you will too Lewis. She loved you, respected you and was always proud of you. Her memory will live on with all the beautiful family members she left behind.
Cheryl Grunbock