I’ve begun thinking of us as boomerangs. We’re members of the elite class called baby boomers who were together from kindergarten to college. But no matter how far we wander in this world, we always come back together, and we’re 16 again. Now how many of you can say that?
Today I got my annual “fix” – well it’s become more like quarterly. Twelve of our tight little group (another four couldn’t make it) met at my place today for our annual meeting slash Christmas party, slash graduation party and collective birthday celebration in observance of reaching the ripe old age of fifty-twelve.
We asked Gertrude how it felt since she cruised by the milestone on December 10. “It feels more like three twenties,” she retorted. I like her attitude.
Gertrude and Betty Lynn (below) are late comers to the West Point, Mississippi- educated batch of city girls. They lived out in the country and only got to join us when city and county schools consolidated. Thank goodness they did… no group would be complete without Gert and Betty Lynn who we will call “Swamp Daddy” for the rest of her life. We call Gert “Buck Shot.”
I fear we have corrupted Gert (above) who, to my knowledge has never touched a drop of alcohol. Olivia brought a bottle of wine someone had given her called Ice Wine by Inniskillin. I happen to know this is a very pricey wine retailing for upwards of $100 bottle.
Oh Lordy. Gert stepped into alien territory. She took a huge whopping whiff and began acting totally outrageous!
The Natural girls.
Ruthie, Gert and Barton are the only classmates who do not color their hair we learned. Gert doesn’t have a gray hair on her head – could that be from wine deprivation? Oooh, Ruthie, maybe you need to cut back a bit.
Lota and Gary, wish ya’ll could have been here. You are the only other “naturals” in our club.
We also had a wonderful birthday cake Norma ordered from a real live chef. Gawlee. Beats anything I’ve ever seen and we decided the face on the cake looked like Carolyn.
We also toasted Barton who was our “ground- breaking” classmate – first to have a child – in 1965 while the rest of us were still playing with dolls; and the first to break a hip! Carolyn won the title of first to have a great grandchild. How can that be?
The remainder of the food was fabulous. Of course, I prepared none of it. My girls brought the most amazing dishes – but Norma’s peanut butter balls got me on a binge that could go on all night. Knowing my problem she only left me three.
You can scratch and sniff the bowl of peanut butter balls above and dream of how good they are. Use your imagination, but even that won’t do them justice. Her Moroccan tidbits were also a hit. Notice, we moved the empty bottle of wine about to make us look sophisticated. What a day! What a remarkable group of friends. I wouldn’t trade them for a penthouse in Manhattan or a trust fund the size of the national debt.
Like they always told us. Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver, but the other gold.