We had visits from old friends these last few days, and there is nothing better.
Katy showed up for her 50th High School reunion, and had a lot of fun including a float ride in the parade. We were the last innocent generation, she said. I thought mine was, but she made some clear points. Perhaps mine was the last generation before the Hippies changed the world. I met this wonderful woman in 1966.
We had a wonderful few hours first stopping by her family’s markers at Holy Cross cemetery. We scattered a bit of her uncle, had lunch, and lastly hit a string of Thrift Shops. Ours was open on Saturday. It was flat out wonderful to catch up on all the doings of her family.
One thing of great interest is that her community is discussing their seniors, and putting together a disaster plan for such a tiny isolated community.
Sunday morning Bobbie and Geoff stopped by. She brought down a load of duplicates leftover from two people moving in together. I met her in 1966 too.
She brought bags of beautiful clothes and books for the shop too. Why she doesn’t donate in LA, I don’t know. We also had a good breakfast and a chat later. She saw the few blocks I have finished, and she loved them. She also agreed to pay some fabric costs. We have liftoff.