| THREE OL� BROADS ON THE 4TH OF JULY 2002--- Be Sure To Read It All! As I was driving up I-5 on the 4th of July, memories flew thru my head of our years in High School. How could they have flown by so fast? Why, it was only yesterday that I remember walking to school and stopping by Winchells for a breakfast donut when they were just coming out of the hot grease. I CAN TASTE IT NOW. I never really new CELIA MILLER or GAIL SACHS then. I maybe had them in a Gym Class or Study Hall but because they were in the Winter Class I really didn�t know them socially. At the end of my 107mile journey today, I would know them socially, 47 years later. That hour & 45 minute drive to Portland, Oregon, had me thinking. Would I know Gail when we picked her up at the Portland Airport at 5:45pm on Southwest Airlines from Sacramento? I had met Celia (Susan) Miller when she was in my hometown of Eugene, Oregon a few months ago at a cat show. Thank goodness for all of our e-mails to each other, I at least now knew them a little. I should really speak for myself. Celia (Susan) & Gail were friends in school. (Celia changed her name to Susan in her senior year so from now on I�ll use it as such. I know Gail was having a hard time switching.) Susan didn�t get to graduate with the class because of moving in her senior year. Quite a traumatic experience for her since she went all thru school in Burbank. I found her wondering around on Classmates.com and now she is a part of our class again. Anyway, I got off the track, somehow!!!! Where was I!!!! Oh, yes, driving to Susan�s. She was our hostess for the wonderful 4TH OF JULY WEEKEND����.. |
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| I got to Susan�s about 4:00pm and we then went to pick up Gail at the Airport. The usual Airport Traffic was there and Susan let me off to meet Gail saying that she would drive around until she saw us outside. A scary thought went thru my head. HOW WOULD I RECOGNIZE HER???? Oh, yes, Susan said that she wore a hat all the time. I kept repeating �a hat� as I looked at about 250 people at the Luggage Carousel. As I was going in those roundy round doors into the Airport I saw a gal with a hat on the other side. So I kept going around until I came out of the same side in which I started. I got behind her and said, �Gail�, with a quiet voice. What if it wasn�t her!!!! When she turned around I knew and we hugged as if 47 years had never passed by and we had known each other all of our lives. WHAT A THRILL IT WAS. I would recommend others to do this. HAVE LITTLE MINI GET TOGETHERS. IT�S SUCH FUN!!!! That night Susan fixed dinner at home and we saw a beautiful FIREWORKS display from the park below, while sitting on her back balcony. Not only that but, Susan bought FIREWORKS for us to set off. Us 3 old broads in our 60�s were going to light these FIREWORKS. I must say we had the time of our lives and recognized the fact that Gail set off the most. She was the thinnest and could move the fastest if she had to. (Oregon is still allowed fireworks in the streets; we didn�t break the law. It was like Burbank in the old days.) |
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| Friday we went on a Luncheon River Cruise on the, �Portland Spirit�, down the Willamette River where it goes into the ocean. (Portland is a beautiful city for those that have never been there.) Then we walked over to the JAZZ FESTIVAL a block away. On Saturday we went to the Lodge at MULTNOMAH FALLS and had lunch, then Susan took us on a little SIGHTSEEING TOUR and shopping�. Sunday we were saying, �GOOD BYE for now and we�ll do this again someday.� Gail had a 9:00am flight. (I think) and I headed home to Eugene, Oregon. Almost falling asleep while driving. I�m an early to bed, early to raise type of person, living on this ranch. We talked until 1:00am each night and up at the break of dawn. Needless to say I took a 2 hour nap when I got home and Susan did the same. Don�t know about that Gail, though, it looks like she wins the prize for energy. Here we are from different backgrounds, different walks of life, but yet jell together in what we call FRIENDSHIP���Burbank was a great little city to be from. It taught us closeness. Not everyone can say they have this in their lives. |
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